Insomnia

What is Love Is it a waste of time People fall in love to fall out My eyes battered Rough, elephant skin pattern I've been a nomad past the thought of Avatar At four I smashed guitars Bad me I ain't know well Adults sometimes they thought I was sleep secrets I won't tell My eye baggage Prada baby F*ck with me Not a lot of people fucking with me But they fucking with me I spat a couple bars at these niggas Acidic rain I don't need to get poetic right now See times have changed I'm a young old bastard from the wicked east Sitting bout' as close to the floor As your face when the glock eat Steppin' back like my presence is Gucci nigga don't touch this This inner peace is more than your sneaks Money involved I had to kill certain parts of myself warring for answers And the damage right Was not apparent til I stopped moving And now the rage is lucid and my problems Past the doing, nigga hard knocks School ridden young Ibn mind padlocked This is not a test, this is what you call A fucking revelation I haven't slept Since 8th grade graduation