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Sidetracked


You may know me but you know nothing about me

So keep my name out your mouth or i’ll make you a lost casualty

Your poor assumptions and all that you think you know

See thats how you start things that end with a cheap glow

Feel free to take the chance to speak your mind and let your thoughts unwind

Because I wont be the one to have it Co-signed

You see my mind is open but you can't see the vision

These visions are risen from the least but of decision

Eyes closed but if I don't open them its an underrated statement

I clap my hands for them and their showtime well spent

Its like spades scraping and these bones braking

You feel the embrace and the high stakes of these bars shaking

The lol’s and there inferior cells unfolds what time can tell

These burning clips and hot head tipped flaming shells

I’m creative its in my nature and my veins bleed Picasso

Sidetracked in an illusion so its like somehow I didn't know so

Catch the cold draft of these subzero frostbites

Its funny how i'm singled out in these bold stereotypes

Yea I got called out back against the wall and criticized

Terrorized by the nightmares of these interior lies

Maybe I did fall off because I feel so lost

How much does the price of losing my daughter really cost?

The tears stinging my eyes burning through my flesh

I must be human after all ain’t no reason to second guess

Barely hanging onto my life no chance to watch her grow up

No first smile but only strong liquor in a double cup

The thought haunts me like a bad dream with no escape

Because all I see now is bad news and heartbreaks

I feel overdosed on life falling back into relapse

That feeling of euphoria never helped me stay relaxed

I’m trying to catch my life nosediving off a skyscraper

I might be off now but I run my creativity on a generator

Thoughts heavy got me leanin like i’m highly intoxicated

I feel so misunderstood by those who want me eliminated

They misinterpret my intentions by making the wrong assumptions

So they wanna bury me under the torture of corruption

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