Been a minute since I knew what being sober is
Predicting my future, I know that I'll be alone again
If you think my head's my home, it is
Getting chewed out daily, seeming emotionless
Trying to fix some sh** inside me when it's broken is hopeless as seeing me buying foil, coping with dope again
The words I'm writing hurt the paper and they broke the pen
Crashing on the pink cloud couch where Homer lives
Rappers go home disowned, I offer no condolences
I talk to the mic as a trade for hope in a potion
It opens holes in my throat as it goes in and overflows my subconsciousness
No caution as it makes a home in it
Making it out alive is my only focus, then floating into a realm of doors that I have yet to open
Then I open one. Look at what home's become
Feel like I'm making eye contact with an entity but notice none
Speaking like I'll be the first person to quote the sun
I'm the opposite of antidotes for d**, open up and swallow the substance
I wallow in trust issues
Walk a line of truth, I will follow and f** with you
sh**'s been ice cold. The story that life told's been making me empty inside like hallowing up igloo's
I find asylum in drug misuse
I eat regret when there's love infused, but not otherwise