in a daze from the lyrics
cold steel on my thoughts and warm casket in my feelins
I'm ashamed of where I'm livin
Like a chilled sweat dripping on the forhead of a villain
sacrficing for this aptitude
acting rude to people who be asking who I'm rapping to
Im onlyu rapping to the listener
broken in the brain they try to empathize in sepulchre
man I'm so purturbed
blurbs of broken promises the blurr the hurt of losing her
Shit I might be too alert
to say im so insane but too lame to orbit words
I've been on a road to nowhere
try to move alone but I'm scared
try to row the boat but I'm no there
try to stay the course but I'm stuck here
violation of my sealed skin
apeals to the better me to let another mind live
and let another rhyme in and adssociate with niceness
but i'll never be another normal person. I'm too bright for it
but im a sight to see f there was one
lone alight and freed if 'm punch drunk
so I can breathe with a stunt dove
and find a lack of blckness in nighttime air to be prevelant
sent by the heaven from an evelyn
my sentence pendant is only esper-ish
a viper fang in my left calf only ever
steered me off the the right path and never
violated this ignited math
and sold a final match struck off on the emptyness that loving had
and I could never put it back
I can only live with how it feels whne its in my hand
nimble fingers when i'm putting it down
drowning out my kin fighting in my mothers house
soldering the bonds but she's been running out
and cauderizing with a long wnded signal sound
voyage into territory that I cant control
I'm off my rocker soul who was I to know
and who am I to go and claim I have a place in music
when focus is the biggest struggle even when writing lyrics
So I sit room focused on a feng shui
but my mid is elsewhere in a lamp shade
save alot on soap
add water to the bottom at the end of the rope
and adding hotter calvinizing sets of hackneyed tropes
minus words of false reality that cousins hope
kanker sores in my mouth
can always render me inept and sought in saps of doubt
nevermind all these words
I barely ever do myself
cant define how it hurts
leave a napkin molding on the shelf
credits
from Black Suit,
released November 18, 2016
Instrumental Produced by: Kris "The Fedd" Fedder
Co-Produced by: Tyler "MC Deep" Bergquist,
Written, Performed, and Recorded by: Tyler "MC Deep" Bergquist
Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by: James "Marsh Land Monster" McCollum