Memoirs of a Narcoleptic

[Verse]
Upon a table of redemption where all the pain's written at
I'm kicking back
A prince feasting in the king's circle, it's where I'm sitting at
Sins, I'm repenting that
Don't forget to mention that closest ones to me wonder where my intentions at
Kept talking to a devil and an angel on my shoulders
But I was still getting older while the world grew colder
So I started making more moves that were bolder
And never wanted to admit that I always hated being sober
Fighting with the old demons seeming dark and twisted
The one with a curse, I'm afflicted being still gifted
Indulging in my thoughts that already shifted
When the weight of all my yesterdays suddenly's been lifted
Walking through the valley with the angel of death
Caught me slipping when I wasn't at my best
Still coming out unscathed, passing the test without the rest
Then I woke up from the nightmare
Wondering what's next
Started raising the bar you can't fuck with my game
I crave a different buzz because my high changed
Targets on my radar like I'm launching spy planes
This is timeless poetry written with chronic migraines
Sleep while eyes open but what was I to tell 'em
'Bout the moves I was making, processed in my cerebellum
Modern day Edgar Allen molded from a different creature
Now other artists eager to get a collab or a feature
The first recognition in the Windy City was occurring
Now across the world, out in Europe, they done heard it
Countless hours, dedicated grind, I know I deserve this
Can't believe I reached so many souls with my verses
Tried to stay humble to the praise that my first track took
Now I craved a certain vibe and sound that took
On the same form of whatI brainstormed in my black book
Now NoHow cooking up boom bap for me on the MacBook
I'm tryna branch out, may hit the Empire State
Cool, calm and collected, but you know I'm not a lightweight
We here setting the pace at a high rate to be
On a mission for bread, I need my carbohydrates
I'm an original, I'll never die a copy
I'm here to blaze my own trail, ain't nothing gonna stop me
Old soul and a hip-hop head, my sights set on top
People saying hip-hop's dead, but I got it on lock
I'm getting interviewed and articles published about me
Music is life, homie, I'll say that shit proudly
Starting to feel like a dream, I may need to wake up
I'm sprinting through the depths of hell, watch me lace up
For my own good, all this time benefits
My well-being while getting tangled up with crime syndicates
In the midst of witnessing life sentences
Regardless of the outcome, my mind was set on getting rich
A Sicario told me start counting my blessings
Sitting next to me, I could still smell smoke from the Wesson
You better get to stepping, I'll count to seven
Shit, if this is the end, man, I hope I go to heaven
Something caught me off guard, I was never expecting the
Voices I heard like it was some type of telepathy
Out of body experience, I think I'm sitting right next to me
I don't think I'm quite understanding this discrepancy
A journey through nightmares tryna open my eyes
Showing similar traits to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
I went to the darkness where the monster resides
Which version was my reality, I had to decide
I've been traveling blind through the catacombs
Then I realized something bad had followed me home
I didn't really wanna communicate with the dead
Now something malevolent started shaking my bed
Feared something sinister, but I always respected
The fact of a doppelgänger which somehow reflected
That maybe me and Mr. Hyde might be connected
You've now had a look into the memoirs of a narcoleptic