Collateral Damage
Always running, running the race.....
Trying to catch the flow of my hustle but you can't imagine the ghosts I chase.
Another dead end city, another dead face.
Got my mind caught up in all this confusion, nerves twitchn and tweekn,
what's real and what's illusion? Can't break free from my psychotic delusion
Dates, people, places, times, and details. image overload
emotions so exposed give way to fear ready to explode
Better get out before you become collateral damage
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Primarily personal struggle with some existential questioning about reality vs illusion
Dense rapid-fire ideas: hustle, ghosts, confusion, delusion, overload packed tightly
Strongly negative: dead end, confusion, psychotic delusion, fear, damage warnings
Explosive intensity: running, twitching, tweaking, racing thoughts, aggressive tone throughout
Approximately 10-12 lines in fluid run-on structure
Metaphors (chasing ghosts, dead end city), personification (nerves twitching), vivid imagery
Pure lyric internal monologue, stream-of-consciousness first-person voice
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