F1rst Place

I can feel it in my limbs it's a sickness it depends On the state of mind vision or the mission that I'm in Dismissive of a mental twist I'll dodge a brick of sentimental shit Honestly I'm hip to all this dissonance A frame work for my mind frame fine like razors my migraines may hurt when light rays Pierce the blinds mirrors my mind state It's searing my mind races steering from five places Wait! I think I'm split to bits and pieces And try to drink to find and piece of peace within the weekend To hide and seek and try to live in secret Til' I'm deceased I'll be the light and seize it I'm enlightened to my reason it's a fight I'm strategic And I'll rhyme until I cease until the cycle is completed But the cycle is repeated I'm feeling high and out of reach A daily occurrence my vision blurred and I'm losing it Engaging with influences not consumin' them My mind races, stealing bases all of this while sitting still fingers interlaced and My heart races, and I start pacing Between a heavy rock and a hard placement It's a long way from the head to heart chasing A betterment spark, written letters in lost languages I have awaken at last relaxed in inundation and I'm making it last Scabbin' lacerations of the pain in the past talkin' the smack on the pavement And now my laces intact Breakin' my fast, I have awaken at last relaxed in inundation and I'm making it last Scabbin' lacerations of the pain in the past talkin' the smack on the pavement And now my laces intact