i swear theres a method to my madness

its almost like i planned this

the only reason i say this shit 

is because i can see my hands in it

 

created for this chaos

 psychology 

philosophy 

and linguistics 

all study cognition

thats why i stay cognitive

lifes just a collage

of memories collected

if thats true then why even erect it

your satisfied with your facebook wall

and we'll eventually rule the world    

you cant stop me at all

so please just stop

 

give it all some thought

maybe you should get up

on second thought

you already lost just about all of it

you can barely keep your head up

maybe thats what these hands of mine are made for

the gifts of music were just that

a gift

something to help me get through this shit

hope they’re meant for more

but holding you up was enough

 

i'd ascend back down to reach you

but it'd eventually leave you lonely

how could you know me when you forget yourself 

yourself only

cause in honesty, we only want each other

so we can hurt one another

shes on to me

wonder if she can see when i bleed

but her perception got in the way

now he corrects every little thing thats said

cause he correctly vented it in his head

he's gonna think about it the next few nights while he lies in bed

the thought gets lost then comes back stronger

its progressed in his head

wounded questions question it 

he carried it with him till his death

too complicated for someone as jaded 

as somebody like me

i'm not trying to brag

 about the concrete iron-clad 

fact that my facts are concrete

hot enough for ironing

 

you saw it coming did you 

that somehow there was a riddle hiding in there somewhere

keep in mind i’m mind-full of you always

most especially now that you can’t call me

you say you think it’s a bad idea

but hey between you and me

i fucking love that you think

someone as unknown as me

could outlast an atlas 

when they dare try to map us

but their dimensions were all wrong

what the fuck, fuck your divinity

clearly, translucent, 

deceived a few crews with it

but my phycologist would only sit and tell u ur wrong

shed talk about me and my mom

ask me how i felt about the fact that she was gone

for my entire childhood but what you didn’t know

i ran this shit since birth

three months pre-mature

march 14, 1986

i defied nature

i couldn't have been more wrong

i couldn't know then what i know now

drugs the world handed me

she seeks revenge

defiance every other day

defiant with a pen

one thing i’ve got riding on it

never touched thicker skin

and none of us know much now

we can just sit and record hours 

bullshit the news about

get deep in theory till were really reaching for it

someone to devour

one last shell to consume then i’m through

shifting my descendant just to remember what i felt then

couldn't help the fact he called me cause they called him

who’s the paper and who’s the pen

these things are un important

my words are potent,

 something like a prop that

remembers all the apologies 

and all the regrets

no words are spoken they arent needed here quite yet

not until they focus on it, 

as a collective, they half heart-idly accept it

which is clear to me they'll never be the ones who get accepted

i'm not saying this is rejection, 

but what happened to self reflection

i simply reject rejection 

just to show it what it's like to get rejected

i fuck up everything

just like your diseased thoughts say so

justify the fight you planned earlier just so u could fight

but thats embarrassing

i swear its finally fair for me

see life only gave me obs-ticals

so i quickly mastered hovering

then floating up and out and on wards 

and into new feelings

blessings were like blankets constantly covering

now i manifest those gifts because i can 

wouldn’t you at least wanna persue it

love to me only comes from faith

but faith in me seems fake

or at least not well advised

cant help you help yourselves if you wont open your eyes

seems that i upset you often

i think it’s why you cry

just didn’t want you to go

now it’s just jealousy and i