Echolons

Heard you developing your rap sound Might be noisy but likely only background I've been listening to artists on my headphones till I pass out Wake up in the morning ringing ears tryna tap down in the notes app things I hear Pattern recognition Rapper transmission Learning through the words and turning what I heard into actual ambition And I been on a roll lately(honor roll) advancing my class I been in a zone lately Tryna make some real acts Tryna stray from relaxation Kick my feet back But just to kick what predates me Fail at delaying, me from game, I breathe predation Won't see me waiting I'll eat my way in But I don't got a blueprint I'm always lacking a protocol And I don't have a pro to call better plan your advice fore you advise me to plan because I'm taking it by ear I just can't stand by and overdraw Playing in cards in my hand Yea when I start to get rampant Too late I'm already manic Can't find the heart of the panic So I can put it aside I feel I'm falling behind It's getting harder to manage Eh what the f*ck Why the f*ck does it matter I know what passive is But I'm not a pacifist I'd pass a fist before I pass the crown Ball hog to the basket, I don't really need to pass around only trust myself to have it, get these randoms out Panting loud Making asthma sounds Why you on the court if you plan to only stand around Towering over everyone but wishing I could grow back down When you grow you ditch the light like a fake brunette Every year I go is a fight try escaping threats I don't like to pay my debts Tied up tight in tangled webs Try to fly away from them, 8 to 10 I lay in bed thoughts are gonna drain my head Place em on the table set With paper and a way to rest My elbows on the base of it Pencil down and place the tip Writing up to space again Mood'll change like aimless wind Thinking bout my future, and past and Useless passions So many things we did as kids now we been losing the habits Get myself a throne and get you all to listen Believing in myself to make a whole religion Ima have a bitch up(bishop)with me, none(nun) past her(pastor) People tryna switch the wintering, my suns fatter Gonna paint my town red, you ain't around less you're just the blood splatters