Recap

[Verse 1]
I craft a glass pipe with the sands of time
And light my memories to keep me satisfied
Keep that in mind
I try to patch the cracks in mine
But after 9 attempts I'm tempted to believe it's asinine
Pass the grinder
I slack my grind for
Months at a time
Like I'm at the front of the line
But I go back to browse cause I'm unsure what I wanted to find
Man to be blunt I'mma die
Yeah to be blunt I'mma die
Slowly one blunt at a time
Homie
This concert of mine's only
A concept it might never happen
With me fucking with the chords and lungs
Ignoring tons of signs'll kill the chance of me ever rapping
Hella gasping
Fella with venom acid
Retracting his fangs abashed and unstrapping the leather fastenings
Oh
Can't spit
No
Or stand this
Like a snake, but with hands with which I can brandish
This sandwich
How I never met your mother son
I found the one then lost her and I never found another one
Suffer done
Turned me to drugs, I know it's troublesome
Befuddled but it coupled with the pain now I'm comfortably numb
Affrontively complex
In the company of
Vets of sex, I'm vexed and it's come to be some
2 years that I've been sheltered from the light
A pencil in my left hand and a doobie in my right
Right?

[Verse 2]
Know the feeling of building castles in your friend's sandbox?
Like 10 damn blocks down from your den man or
The feeling, you just a dead man walking
Watching the grass grow forgetting where your head's at often
Off in the clouds
So lost you got no exact plotting
On any map any scrap of your knowledge forgotten
Remedy that
Syntax in melody popping
And you better your keep story intact
Or its evidently rotten!
Energy dropping
It's inevitably gotten
To the point
When to anoint
Any track I got a choice 'tween refining my voice
Or lighting a joint
Deary me
Soon no one'll be able hear me scream!
Ah!
Eerie dream
Of my spirit on DVD
But when it's in it just clears the screen
Of my image
It's clear to see
That
My life is fading to black from a dreary scene
If I remain in Samhain i'll lose everything dear to me
Me!

[Verse 3]
I
Rush into a brawl hauling the Darth Maul saber
I've been to the halls built for Dark Lord Vader
When I entered the stormtroopers got on all fours prayin
Do I need to go on bout how I'm hardcore baby?
I mean it!
Raving
Cause I crave reaffirmation
Why I rap in the mirror so I can see me as amazing
But I whisper cause facts are facing
Me saying I've past the date
Of expiration but I wish for a chance to make it past the basement
Aspirations are fading exasperation is taking
'Ey place, I'm racking my brains for a plan of action to save me
But I'm distracted: wavy
Still looking backwards when I'm racing
Acting the pastor of Satan
In a disaster abating
Masquerade as the master of fate with a mask on my face a flask of libation, and a back up rapist rapping outrageous
"Tackle the waitress
Shackle that to the railings
N smack a bat in her back till she's contemplating complacence"
Corroborate with a wraith
Of a constellational snake
Cause a compilation of ache
With some complications'll break
Down anyone who fears the consummation of fate
This conversation is over it's conservation of Saint
Bitch