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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 **** 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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