Mess

Few could make it past, queue up the second and the last Pray my records make it past all the sectors where I crashed Mark the vectors that I dashed, I'm still in the cycle All the progress that I made and I'm still in the spiral Still in denial, about my convictions And the trial o' all my, selfmade restrictions It's hard to face the facts, to be faced with my acts To go over my tracks and embrace what I lacks Incase I retracts, I need to lay it on the tables I doubt every decision that travels through my cables Doubt every message even when it's my beliefs And every person hearin' it just makes my doubt increase It makes my mind decease, or at least long for it Maybe that explains my every song and skit A preemptive strike, against myself On the tempting mic I've condensed myself A broken dead drop, life's a horrid fair My mental's doomed, I'm movin' through solid air Confined to my promised square and I confess I don't know how to get out this solid mess A broken dead drop, life's a horrid fair My mental's doomed, I'm movin' through solid air Confined to my promised square and I confess I don't know how to get out this solid mess So underground people don't know the process Don't know the cost yet, they only see the progress At least I hope that I'm not stuck treading water And that someone thinks I'm fucking spreading slaughter With the way that i weave words and paint painful pictures And everything that's written in my quaint faithful scriptures Consecrate The Grave for this miraculous save For placin' me here, free from the cave Yet I'm still in this box, locked in the storm Wishin' to wash away but it's my new norm Let's take a walk on these dim blue streets Where the bitter autumn breeze and internal truth meet I increase my speed but what good is that When you're just walkin' in circles, chained to the chat Cuz I ain't more than a man despite all my hope I just wish for a future at the end of my rope A broken dead drop, life's a horrid fair My mental's doomed, I'm movin' through solid air Confined to my promised square and I confess I don't know how to get out this solid mess A broken dead drop, life's a horrid fair My mental's doomed, I'm movin' through solid air Confined to my promised square and I confess I don't know how to get out this solid mess A broken dead drop, life's a horrid fair My mental's doomed, I'm movin' through solid air Confined to my promised square and I confess I don't know how to get out this solid mess A broken dead drop, life's a horrid fair My mental's doomed, I'm movin' through solid air Confined to my promised square and I confess I don't know how to get out this solid mess