Floor 27 PT.2

Floor 27, a couple steps from heaven Eyes wide still stressing for a blessing Got a list of things I stay second guessing Hoping for the presence of a greater good Chew on thoughts, wishing it was now I could feel some progress in this dark process In a recess of my very self, on a deep shelf I can feel myself giving in... In this stark competition that we call life I hope my composition brings life, and lessen strife Hoping for excitement, but brace for pain Thinking with ya’ heart, but loving with ya brain I’m insane, I repeat myself, hoping for change I’m insane, I hate myself, hoping for love I’m insane, I write myself, tryna read you I’m insane, I kill myself, to live for you This music is a drug that I can’t leave alone I scratch, I fiend, I relapse and I create I stare, I feel, I don’t, then wait I wait for it to all pass, I wait to feel okay I think all night and suffer during day I write in all white, to chalk it up to sumn Searching for an answer, I’m looking I’m tryna make my best batch, I’m cooking Hook: Go, go, ain’t nobody stop you You gonna flow, wait a typo you gonna blow This ya’ show life, do it how you do it This ya’ show life, prove it how you prove it Floor 28, I’m weeks past the date, this must be fate I could spit this nonsense forever That’s not the truth but whatever I feel weak, and I’m tired of disappointment I notice the flows sorta disjointed I’m just breaking apart at the seams and it seems Not one human being understands the means I mean, no one gets what I mean I’m hoping I can plant a seed with this My workbooks filled with conversations With myself and every human hating Really just scraping the bottom of a broken barrel While I’m staring down the smoking end of one And a loud bang in the music, at the end or sumn Think of ending sumn, like I’m at my wits end or sumn Would know me if I covered this wall with my thoughts Would your read and understand me Or stay holier than though, you slippery pricks, slimier now Slide right under my best vision, yet I envision Myself, still winning, I feel like I’m at the bottom Bu I feel like I know my mission Start it up, c’mon someone start it up I give this music every single piece of me I’m pacing back and fourth Braced against the wall I ain’t rose yet and I can still see my fall It’s in my court, why can’t I play that ball I feel it vibrate yet I don’t hear that call This is all I love, and you take it from me I’d rather be in the place 6ft, opposite of above You can taste the love, you can feel the hate I’m sorry I’m so irate, it’s just part of me It’s just part of me, tryna be everything I can be Be