WHAT POISON IS THIS?

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Anchors smash onto the sea floor
Glaciers clash with the view, we take the detour
Warily watching all the waves crash onto a ditto
Can't get washed, saw big fish get hooked since a minnow
First thing is to protect your chest when in a hardship
I raise the flag toward the West with cannons in my compartments
I've broke all the rules, I'm the man of the year
Stood above a cesspool, I'm the man on the pier
Stress on every stretch of land, but I've never done a drug
Don't crack under pressure, that's how you get squashed like a bug
The game needs more heart, I keep on hearing all this fiction
Bystanders talking static but they've never met the friction
From this distance, division looking like it isn't adding up
And don't get smart with me, hardbodies got plastic guts
Pipe up to get piped up, the irony is drastic yup
Opportunities to get violent, most of the time I pass them up
Metamorphosis, crawl out cocoons of my old ways
Don't tolerate disrespect but a dude could still get put in a cold place
I'm just a bit more neutral, glued to the yellow like Cold Play
Mellow but not marshmallow if you get the gist of this slow play
Back against the wall so much I'm conjoined at the ribs
Giving it the rest of my all, never had another choice but this
It's too many boys in your clique
Paranoid, walk into situations thinkin' "What poison is this?"
Sometimes I don't think I'd see the light even with God's vision
Or maybe if the sky was fitted with nothing but all prisms
Autism, this world is a death trap for boys like me
God's busy, keep calm and wait for the next noise like me
Feel nostalgic when I get a whiff of that cig smoke
All of my favorite cornerstores were riddled with bulletholes
When I grasp this quick I get scared to lose my grip though
'Cause then you lose your footing you begin to trip like you got crooked toes
And I'm too keen to slipping, guess I didn't see the signs
Feel like we lost a piece to the puzzle, it's a mess in God's designs
I didn't mean to diss him, thought that He was being dismissive
Keep your distance, things start flying off the handles, because I was tripping
It's lots to unlearn, in these depths with venom in my head
The abyss turns to take a breath as it descends into my chest
Beat the devil out the paintbrushes, maybe it's Heavensent
Compare from when I was on cement to now, the progress is evident