My World

(Musical Intro)

I'm travelin'

This maze, with a javelin

Takin' aim at abdomens

Stumblin'

As I guilt-trip

From pixie dust particles, laced with

The American way of conformity

I lash out in defense of culture

To stimulate dormancy

But I rest for a second

Build on my mask (maps?) collection

Ask questions of worth

Since birth

Compile

Images, styled

By each lesson

Cursed with illogical thinking

In eyes of society

Crash parties of orthodox

Without the ignorant inviting me

The path I'm destined to walk is widening

But narrow to the close-minded

Hidden by brush and greenery

I can't see

But my flow's fine

Blinded

As I step through this forest

Of activists

Dodging thorns

Of the norm

Decoding life's cuneiform

Disguised as a pacifist

After this confrontation

With the beast of regret

Attaining existence

Is the result of...

Taking a breath

So I hold back and don't inhale

To see where life takes me

Elevate flesh

To a level stress

'Cause I believe life hates me

(Musical bridge)

Thoughts die

In a sea of normlessness

In abandon crowds

That stand around

And wait for their performances

I waded that cul-de-sac

To see what karma gives

'Cause "What goes around, comes around"

Holds weight

In the lake

I'm goin' to swim

Will I drown

Due to the obesity of my thought process

As gravity pulls down

To impede my self-conquest

Filling my pockets with payments of nonsense

While the cover charge to this

Play of my life is time spent

At times I stand on the edge of this cliff

And forget rap

Before I step across that threshold

Where rhyme (?raw?) bends and splits at

I try to invade

The barricades

And downplay the mishaps

Convincing myself that the speeches

Are related to the syntax

My emotional famine

Is at an all-time height

Where I'm forced to rationalize

Between comfort and what's right

But when I write, I'm comfortable

Pen encompasses the agony

Of the turmoil-drenched existence

Of this Shakespearean tragedy

But this hero die due to his flaws

Or will I float in purgatory state

Before I take the fall

So for now I won't wait

Trudging through knee-high Satan (?)

Contemplatin' whether I should

Stay on this frequency

Or change the station

'Cause now I'm tuned into ruin

Fallen flat on my abstract

Too intimidated to press on

But not depressed enough to backtrack

A story too horrific to be laughed at

Too surreal to be realistic

Danglin' between

An individual and a statistic

Will I see the light at the end of the tunnel

Or has there been an avalanche

That closed off the outlet

Snuffin' the option of

If I'll have a chance to escape this fate

Or is it by choice I'll walk this road

While gettin' close

Continuing to progress

But feel froze