THOUSAND YARD STARE

[Verse]
Anyway, me myself and I go way back
Tryna find my way like the waze app
I lost my way, no mames guey
So many ways, I could change
But I'm not changing back, back to my ways
When I put myself in the back
Now there's no way, that I'll be turning back
With all the trauma, I gone through
It's hard to relax, hard to rest
Looking in the mirror like a thousand yard starring contest

Tired of these comparison Olympics, it's not a contest
Your pain isn't any less real just cause some other person saw a little more neglect

I'm venting in this music for me it's so cathartic
I'm mopping the floor with the underground with each lyric

Used to bе incessantly nefarious on my sock puppet
Not tryna bе manipulated like a sock puppet
Was hopscotching between the malt liquor and scotch
Had a turn down the festivities a notch
Liquor made me twisted like some licorice
Crazy how liquor is, crazy how that is

Lucky if we see mañana
Be happy you made it this far like a zealot saying hosanna
This music ain't a act no Hanna Montana

Airing out these lyrics like the little friend of Tony Montana
Feel like season four Ruth Langmore
These lyrics are not labor from troubled beginnings
Kim wexler, got a code like I'm Dexter
Immense vocabulary, blacklist James Spader
My fathers words "Stick with me like Mr. Robot"
Christian Slater
Deserving of a clean slate one way or a another
People turn on you Iike what you see in the wire
In my whip blasting South of Heaven by Slayer
Keep that circle small So you dont dread the people on your roster
I'm twisted in the head like a dread on the head of a Rasta
Unique style like I'm Zeb Powell out my dental
Leavin' more than a dent, it's torrential
Making moves like a pterodactyl
Even when I'm down I'm winning still never give up like the values
My grandpa instilled
Death is inevitable
Soon we'll be worm food pushed away with a shovel
Totally forgotten as the past turns to rubble
Timeless with my words
Thier a time capsule

Yeah, I went from down to party
To feeling Blasé
My music an Exposé
They cannot hold a candle to me

Used to yearn for peace like Ralphie wanting that
BB gun in a Christmas story
Some people on 9/11 survived an elevator free fall
80 stories just for the building to eventually
Collapse on them entirely
Morale of the story when it's your time to go it's your time homie
We live in chaos and nothings set in stone
So make sure you make this life your own