D to C (feat. Daedalus the Poet)

The whispered screams echo in my dreams These crafty thieves stealin' sleep In order to breath for five more minutes We meet again, but pretend not to notice Each other as we look away on the sidewalk As the chalk outlines our motivations To leave our station, we round the block Like clock workin' nine times to five fine Restaurants that satiate our face molding them To smiles for a happy hour we grow sour as our Months slip into another season of greeting Grey and white, no days, long nights, circling Us with six degrees separating me from A disease that's always on the verge of Breaking these walls as I stall my life just A little longer to get it right so I can feel That I showed everyone what's in me despite Losing fights to the syndrome in a dome of imposters Who've fostered me since nine, to five different Stages in life but the strife brought me here To be clear, I still battle my issues to this Day and my doubts encased my spirit but the Bars of this prison refracted the light into a prism Allowing my essence to absorb lessons at my discretion So that soon I can reemerge anew So welcome to my Metamorphosis, bitch Cut to the song