Like the captain of a sinkin ship
Countin' blessings, prepared to face Karma
Tryin'a salvage the guts of my friends list
If music is my epitaph then I'll just go down with it
So where yah flares at?
Lookin' at me frownin' witcha amateur work
It's first draft
Spilling ink like a sword in a blood bath
With little short breaths
Cleanin' cold wounds: cheap rum at a surplus
Cuz it's a curse to accumulate the Earth
When the oracle is nursed
With a digital thirst of being first
Of the worst kind
This vessel right here is a goddamn goldmine
So let's exploit it
With no sobriety
I give a f** about the present
No discretion
My expression's like I gained a Smith & Wesson
The electrons in my chest rust nails
But the ink in my pen, yo, it dissolves steel
While I'm rollin' uphill
All labeled as a criminal and tryn'a keep it chill
For real
But no one can connect the depths that I feel
So I got a liquid blade tryn'a wing it unveiled
( Like an Ouroboros eel, I fold myself inward until my skin peels)