un equivocal, lyrical, miracle,
operate on a whole different interval.
These bars that I spit are not satirical,
this mental illness isn't just seasonal,
this will be the last time
But then I end up seeing death
Used to use this as a means
Turned to a coping mechanism
It used to be fun but now
Avoiding trauma's terrorism
Like getting flashbacks of him suffocating
from a pulmonary embolism
Filled with more dope than optimism
Filled with more criticism
Trying to know thyself like solipsism
So much ism in the system,
hodgepodge of thoughts engulf me
Try to figure out my niche
and remedy the monster that
Things will never be like
but then again what is reality?
with intervals of victory
like learning the cal liope