Metacognition Interlude

I'm in an identity crisis, venting, inventing my vices
Twice as into the end of my life as I ever was, but not suicide, this life I believe to be fleeting and any decision I make only leads to the end
That being said, I'm not always the wisest, life is a spiral of vision and sins
I need a hand to be more than I am
Little things change and I'm rarely aware of it
Suddenly I've got a right to be arrogant
When I'm in coach and I'm flying American?
Huh
But confidence isn't a crime, so don't get ahead of me. I can still body a beat with a surgeon's precision, division is part of my pedigree
Making incisions in measures and ripping the cadence is honestly part of my specialty
But I digress, digesting the message is harder when all you can see is the weaponry back to this rapping
I'd give it all back if I knew that my faith was collapsing
I'm cool with development long as the change doesn't cause me to hate myself after, I am no rapper
Not in the traditional sense
Perhaps in the visual sense
But I still imagine you'd camp out to see me, by which I mean all of my visions intense/in tents
I'm trying to change everything that I touch like no one has before and nobody will since this
Yes I'm attempting to murder the beat, but none of my murder is senseless, sense this?