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I am just a human I ain’t perfect, what’s my purpose
Am I worth it, hurting, flirting with the closing of my curtains
Working, personal belief is I be murking beats
The instrumental needs internal surgery
The verse that I birth is a masterpiece
Magnifique, serving verbal casualties, casually
Passion seeping, creeping, bleeding, leaking, ink pen reeking
Leaving demons weeping, peep I’m seeking, fiending for the meaning
Since daddy was concieving and the egg was introduced to me, the semen
Aka the beam that’s gleaming blinging like a diamond ring
I’m shining, blinding, rhyming, taking time and clearing out my mind
Trying not to succumb to my thoughts
SYth Lord but I’m trying to build a positive report
It gets harder every minute, every second, every day
Keeping my medulla oblongata from going insane
Open the brain and leave it all over the instrumental
Trying to find serenity and peace for the mental, uh
Tell them what you searching for
Is it the shadow of the reaper when he’s lurking or
Is it the financial freedom you’ve been working for
Or you in jail waiting for that click on the door
Tell ‘em what you searching for