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My Fire

When I go home damn
Its really quiet 
Never thought I'd find this amount of white noise
In the pitch black face silence 
As I flip scenarios of something like self inflicted violence
making, my room, look....just a lil more stylish
I'll douse the walls with my wrist's imitation of your red fingernail polish 
Seems like
The riot in my mind may have leaked out
Some sound and the floorboards of this house still creek but a paddle im 
without 
Drowning 
In my surroundings 
Thought my flow would let me float on but ya boy ain't so buoyant tho
Fall in to the blue sky's reflection as I plummet into my foe
I'm a machine, can't have water get too close
Not afraid of water, because I can't swim
Scared of depth and darkness, and oceans will force me to give in 
I don't wanna share my lungs 
Lemme breathe for me
Please

Fraid uh water because I've coasted the trans-parent sea 
It's weird when you can say "my parents see right through me" 
Custody war
But I lost every battle 
Reached for anything
All I got was a broken handle on everything

Vices

Sex life flowing down south with her g string and sex appeal 
I need to 
but cannot feel 
As I challenge my demons to a battle
Im kind of like the scent leading the pack to the cattle 
Never really see me coming
But I'll lead you to something that'll have ya bowels runnin
Digestive tract star
Ingest every bar
And when you're done im the shit
Even if you ain't really like it
I mean if you want,
Glance at my ego leave a scar 
Or get impressed call me a star 
My stride the only thing between me and going far

Serpentine with your actions but I call you baby 
Cold-Blooded
Now I see why you stay so shady
because to me it seems like you've got nothing but an innocent rattle
Blinded, because I let my lap become your saddle

Your reflection yelling at me im surprised you couldn't tell
Treating me like I was the first Angel sent to hell 
If Jesus was a lamb I can be your scapegoat at the very least 
Sacrilegious sacrifices, looked past the fact I'm actually a feral beast

Shook, like a Harlem shake rattlesnake attention deficit rook
Playin the say it wit ya chess game and I wrote all the books 
King disguised as a pawn 
I'll put myself on 
Competition going down 
South
Hit that nae napalm expellin from my mouth

My fire...

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