Book of 66

A hundred mil before I die, I mean A hundred meals before I die. Tell me your plan, I dead before you try. Like put on the family before you fly. Make way for the kids so they can stay alive. Meanwhile, you try your best just to survive. It's always go until the timing escapes. What happened to breaking and making a way? I guess the matrix got a hold on the brain. Simmer down, it's a lot going on, you might just be wrong. The truth of the matter, masses get you paid But streaming done turned to masses with the slaves, computers gon put employment in the grave. The talking is more annoying nowadays, I'd rather silence till there's something to say. What do you do when your choices allude to the end of a road here? When all you can see is a tunnel that's seemingly leading to nowhere? I'm not depressed, I just need clarity I'm ducking your charity, please spare me. I'm tired of sympathy, I get all emotions out through a symphony. I feel the happiest when I'm alone, inside this apartment trying to find a home. If I could pick the part of me that's still partially itching for a life of luxury, honestly I would be ten strides ahead of my next step, hear the sound of my next breath. With two rooks on the far side, put your king in the box, checkmate Two feet, I stay, landing on my own. Gotta help yourself, am I wrong? I'm searching for answers In that book of 66, where's that book of 66? Are you sure you wanna go? I'm going. I heard it's dangerous. You'd better- I'm going Alright. It's okay Two feet, I stay, landing on my own. Gotta help yourself, am I wrong Farewell, Express. Welcome