V1 – ANXIETY
Up in the morning I feel the immediate beat of my heart that is speeding up
Feeding a demon that’s seeking to eat at my being
I get up to pee and I think of a million things that I need to achieve
And the chi is depleting I’m sinking while dreaming of singing
I’m brushing my teeth, and I seeing the bleeding
My vigorous scrubbing is leaving the gums till they’re bloody and beaten
My stomach is screaming for something appealing to munch in the PM
But what I’ve been dealing with really been keeping my hunger receding
I want to proceed but I’m weak, and wiggin the fuck out I’m freaking,
I’m stuck in a rut and the wheels of my brain have been peeling away in the deep of the mud
And I’m eager to rush to the people to bust on the beats in the club
But the meetings they come by the dozen, with none of em seeming to budge
Jesus! There’s nothing to for me to become
If I’m happy to sit on my ass and imagine my team had a buzz
And it’s never been easy for us, and then seeing the fuss over green little fucks that the media trumps while they leave us to eat up the crumbs
(Egregious)
And little by little I’m chipping away at the brittle facade of my will
To fulfill the ambitions I had as a child
Anxiety riddled, when time is an issue – I’m bound.
(You will not slow me down!)
I’m driven to finish the mission, no matter the prison I sit in,
Is mental or physical, when did this shit go to trial?
Possesed by a negative sense of denial and doubt
GET OUT MY HEAD! O DEMON.
V2 – TRIAL
Ladies & Gentlemen, May I direct attention to gaze on the evidence
that has been getting me fed up whenever presenting it/
Let it be known to the jury and judge of the court that I’m seeking a settlement
And a convicti
