Losing My Religion

[Verse 1]
I’ve been standing in this corner for a week
Losing my religion I feel like I’m talking in my sleep
I been staring in the mothafuckin' mirror trying to find a reflection of the acception to any kind of conception
Confessing I got the essence illuminating fluorescent [for that’s?] forever stressing the problems in my possession
Potentially I could be one of the greatest poets living
My lack of confidence it complements the former art
As I compose at the Symposium, make control at the podium
Passive aggressive opinions never make a difference
[?] my flow is artisan man
But the fact that I would write until the pain begins to glisten
Convincing people to listen, for instance my intuition
Is telling me throw my caution to the wind with inhibitions
In addition to a Triton confirming any suspicion that my vision was conflicted by a minor contradiction
And my mission was infected by an ingenuous message
To tell me that I’m impeccable, rapping like a professional
Words using to deceive, I need a moment to breathe
I got voices in my head, and they’re refusing to leave
They’re all speaking at once, my brain is so overpopulated
Pick the pen up point it to the page and discombobulate it
Failure is not a accident, it’s actually an action
It’s the act of having opportunities and passing with the lack of passion
You’re relaxing to imagine what you fabricated
Fascinated while you take a break up on the sideline
Salivating, aggravated, dedicated, talking like you in the position to really regulate
Records never resonated, this track is a revelation amazing and legible letter that’s depicting my written resignation

[Chorus]
And you don’t have to say a word, I know I need serious help
But I’ve been so depressed and lately I can’t even help myself
All I think about is death, I said there’s pain in my seclusion
No confusion, I’m suicidal I’ve come to that conclusion. LORD!

[Verse 2]
All I really needed was a little bit of time
And I’ve been talking to myself I don’t think I’m going to be fine
And I’ve been trying to find what it really means to have a purpose
Whenever I feel deserving and the pain that I receive that you’re observing
With your eyes, your mind, body and soul
Encompassing the ignorance that keeps you in control
And you’re the type to sign your life away for all the things your life is just to fulfill your appetite
Despite the new rappers delight
In spite of all the warning signals I been ignoring the signs
And my signature is inglorious
Lyrically I’m synonymous
An artist over a columnist
No respect for a novice, they only notice the novelists
Prophetic with my legend like my pen was Nostradamus'
I can’t make any promises
The future [?] pedestrian [?] a cessarean section
For your digestion
[?] your indiscretion
Suggesting that my progression develops with an obsession
The topics that I’m addressing, accessing need procession
Proceeding with an inception I've been in search of acceptance
I’m surgical with a verb, a vernacular is my procedure
Extracting your sentence seizure with thousands of anesthesia
I’m dousing you with the truth while I’m drowning you with some honesty
I doubt you’re not gonna believe I’m actually a beginner
With aspirations of being a Pulitzer prize winner
Don’t look so surprised nigga, you plot my demise nigga

[Chorus]
And you don’t have to say a word, I know I need serious help
But I’ve been so depressed and lately I can’t even help myself
All I think about is death, I said there’s pain in my seclusion
No confusion, I’m suicidal I’ve come to that conclusion. LORD!

[Verse 3]
Please don’t ever confuse it ‘cause I’m going to do it like a rapper never did it
When I finish the beat'll be in a critical condition
Medical attention to the point that it never survives
I’m barely alive and never revived
When I’m buried with a very crucial crucifix
I’m losing my religion in the moment
And I’m praying for atonement of the sins I committed in the past
To wash away all my pain, I’m finally free at last to relax