Perspectives

[Verse 1]
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Last week I felt like I'm post mortem
People expecting to see me to reach stardom
They don't accept the real me self esteem only up to like
3 feet or knee deep
I need friends to hold me for deep sleep
Wrist slitting from Friday to this week
Sit in silence to ask like is this me
Settle for 6 but kinda miss the three freaks
Regret existence cause demons they've been living persistant
Resort to henny or lettuce on the daily occasion
Never loving and ever since it's been amazing
Kissing strangers is better when the genders are changing
Sunny weathers in kitchens when I'm baking for patrons
Recent endeavours of death and I've been staying patient
Yo my life is a mess inside these see through cages
I don't bat a fucking eye but I'm running bases

[Hook]
Something sinister to it
Something sinister to it
Something sinister to it
Something sinister to it

[Verse 2]
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Last week I felt like I'm post mortem
Somebody calling saying I lost my own daughter
Everyday strayed away from her own father
It's been rarer these days that I saw her sober
It's getting colder and colder I told her
"Whatever you going through you remember
This praying mat and you will never sever
Only God can help you through whatever"
I'm retired but working more than harder
Times are busy but I make time to call her
See her slaughter her mother she ain't got no armour
Wait for waves to be calmer hope it's before the karma
Send her college for solace but she came back with a dagger
Praying harder and harder all through last year December
Hope these kids'll forgive me for failing business endeavours
If her shit ain't together numbers on cars still forever

[Hook]
Something sinister to it
Something sinister to it
Something sinister to it
Something sinister to it

[Verse 3]
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Last week I felt like I'm post mortem
The family having problems I got my own portion
But I just turn on this Cole hoping it's all solved I'm
Just repeating this Love Yourz I feel so low at these moments
Philosophing all these poems like a car i get totalled
And thats why I feel soulless but I grew up a soldier
So don't care if you scold him
With the scars on my wrists I still Joe all these Buddens
I just shoulder the burdens like how my mom told me to
Like to pray 5 times a day and never shovel the truth
I look for cuddling booths when Mr. Lonely seep through
Cause I be missing my youth eager to pull wiggly tooths
Kicking footballs with truce and kissing mom before school
Want me to follow the troops so I can wallow in suites
To be a hollow sifu or do I rap when I'm bruised
But I do all this for you my papa and brothers too