The Revelation

Cinder and soot fall like the steps of my foot Swallowed whole by the darkness All-encompassing as it harkens to a primordial era Before the existence of love, fear, anger, or terror Be it beast or without any form Needless to say, we may not have the faculties needed to weather the storm So idyllic to think we could all survive being born Poetic irony so fitting for divinity's scorn If nothing matters, then I guess that's why I'm nothing, you bitch I tried appeasing all your factors, now it's "f*ck it", you bitch Hold up; I know I said it before But there's no peace until I'm hanging up my life at the door F*ck all this shit, my nigga Gave way too many fucks Now I'm taking bucks, hitting licks, my nigga No double cup, just Jamaican blunts for my spirit It's rich, so I hit it And I'm waking up to these fakeass fucks With no discipline left for their vision I'm rewriting nonfiction, accept this deliverance Never a hindrance, you can check my fingerprints It's in my blood, only excellence, I am the evidence That one nigga you measure against You could not out-focus me if you were celibate Delicate, though, my mental health, relatively speaking I'd say that I'm rather blessed with it Because never again will I have to pretend There's not all of this pain in my chest with it