Breaking in my notes. Same time breaking from the dope. Double door, but slippery slope. Going crazy, staying sane stating cope. Drowning, while breathing till it’s really blues. News to me, but naughty too. Living life, but same time dead an already a ghost. Hanging, but I’m chilling sitting spitting ropes. Of do’s and don’t’s. They say I’m not slick, some seriously doubt. I’m the devil, but lines cleaner then the pope. Hot as fuck bars straight fire, but colder then ice an snow in winter. Getting splinters from the pencil, Yeah making dimensions with intentions. Gunna keep getting high, while dodging interventions. Dissect my lies, ascension reassessed, Protest the poltergeist, while calling the exorcist. Really stressed but hella blessed. From words I repent, of zero regrets. Reject my reflection till it’s all you, Deep interest in sinister results sencerity Before you’d think I was stupid, but now view me as an evil genius. Sometimes call me weak, other times ruthless. Used to have every piece, found peace with only a few Heaven sent, but hell approved. Stay lost, but know the route. Speak the truth, but twist the proof. Ice cold, but burning too. Full of it, but something true. Hate the old, but love the used. Nothing left, but more to lose. Make it safe, but break the rules. Too fucked up, but well composed, Heart on fire, my veins run cold. Eyes wide shut, yet mind still roams, Built my throne from broken codes. Speak in facts, but twist the quotes, Aim too high, still move too low. Chase the truth, but fear to know, Cut the strings, still feel controlled. Heaven calls, but hell feels close, Truth gets buried, lies get told. Genius mind, but reckless soul, Bought my freedom, sold my own. Made a deal with the unknown, Found the key, but changed the code. Thought I knew, but never known, Took control, lost what I owned. Crowned myself, but claimed no throne, Built an empire out of smoke. Blamed my fate for seeds I’d sown, Sought the truth, then watched it fold. Played God, but lacked the vision, Sought perfection, fed division. Made a prison of decisions, Called it freedom, loved the prison. Halfway to heaven, but hell knows my name, Born out of order, still mastered the game. Nothing to prove, but I’m feeding the flame, Changed everything, but I’m still the same. Saint with a sentence, a sinner with standards, Built out of chaos, but move like a planner. Truth in my mouth, got lies in the grammar, Came for the crown, left the whole throne abandoned. Too smart for the system, too lost for the cure, Mind full of answers, still questioning more. Kicked down the gate, then got bored of the door, Had everything once, now I’m wanting what’s pure. I’m brutally honest, selectively true, Got nothing to hide, got secrets in view. They wanted a monster, I gave them a clue, Now they see the reflection and swear that it’s you. I mastered the chaos, got lost in the method, Turned every failure to twisted aesthetics. My logic’s obsessive, my morals selective, I question the question, then doubt the objective. I’m guilty of nothing, yet carry the blame, Forgotten the loss, still remember the pain. They study the fire, can’t fathom the flame, I broke every pattern, then built it again. No crown. No kingdom. No truth. No victim. No right. No wrong. Just the noise when the meaning is gone. I made peace with the chaos, Then questioned the truce. Spent my life finding answers— Just to find out the questions were proof.
