Tha truth

Verse:

Contorting tha truth, I retort in the booth
Got a lotta motherfuckers wanna show me the noose
I was one too, phobias screwed me up with people, if only they knew
I was homeless and loose, soul like my shoes
Worn full of holes now I'm holdin a room down
They dont wanna flip it like a rama cuz they too down
I be steady workin on the job and I got food now
I believe it is possible, miracles here on the spherical topical
Region of aerial...whatever shit is really
Very old so I can tell it is cherry tho
Carry on to the material,came for the burial-
Of what is tearing me up like nefaria
In a small area of my cerebral carrier
Uh
Hysterical lyrics I make it apparant that
I came to serenade brains and I'm sorry
I haven't dropped anything, nothin but teasers like it was a hooters
You dont get to peep in, I been such a loser
Not playin in speakers, my brain and medula are sinkin
Walkin the walk now, know I been a talk hound
I was trynna find a better way to get my rocks out
This is how a muthafucka preach when he rap
Listen imma glisten like a tree with a stack
Of boxes I'm tossin I need some more cash
Not awesome I'm possum, I'm leading a act
Not coming up first like I needed, I'm last
Nt a verse that I've made, made me glad
I'm hurt, to the back, I should lurk
Like a bat, I'm cursed
(im cursed)
Really no motivation, bought a beat last year
Runnin out of patience faster, than I can say broke, I'm Casper
Ain't nobody wanna pray for me, the pastor a phantom of past years
He don't give a fuck anyway, I've asked him
Even if I wanted to step up into a church
Who is gonna open the doors for the phantom?
Shit, I wouldn't
Said a bunch of things I'd do and couldn't
McDread has been so dead, even Marquis said it
And I can't stop the pushin
Up on the daises, lifes so amazing
But what have I been doin if I ain't makin paintings to make my savings?
Because I beleive that if I rely on
Selling the music, nobody gonna play me!