Outpatient

I got this ambition, the clock hands ticking Quick sand sticking everywhere you stand, can't quit When feeling cold The damn kitchen heating the canvas Need a second to brandish my mission to land in it When it's said and done, want a hell of a run Never run out of breath Yell like I have an elephant lung (yes sir) Make this music Maybe sell it for tons Put it eloquent, might as well if it funds Relevant once, gone In a moment Can't even hold it Playing Russian Roulette with the clip loaded (hey) I see the world Have that shit noted left a footprint, hope it exploded and I didn't notice Can I, get a wave from the back of the crowd You're the forerunner now, respect to you for stacking the house I represent the moment happening now After that, it's light out No more enacting it out Used to really not understand it, man when Manic was out Then turned to Radar but fell off it Caught up planning it out Life is really what you make it What am I doing but taking Every risk in pursing giving the whole planet it's route I've been needing this like it's medicine my 9 to 5 has left me at a 4 out of 10 again Why do I let it get the better of me? Where's the competitor headed for betterment instead of steady treading steadfast in the sediment? Every letter entered getting better and better Lines aging like fine wine, ever elegant, never forget where I started, who I was What I invented Any meaning embedded Any dead end endeavor I am here to stay, even if I'm outdated The amount of clout about who's out is outrageous Lower my pitch, while I shout "Faded" and outtake it Tape it, take it venues downtown I'll be famous I got this ambition Don't want to be sandwiched in Pigeon-held, I'm seeking a transition The damn dishes are piled in the sink In abandonment But I don't lift them as if I have both hands missing When it's said and done, want a hell of a run Elevated on a cloud or maybe dwelling in one Make hits Get a story to tell when I'm one on one with my creator of How I fell in the sun I am fire in a lukewarm setting a true form Art that brewed war by feuding in booths too worn Most of it too edgy Like two swords or crying like newborns I'm too far away to scorn but I can never quit I'm only letting myself down I cruise the city at night, the only time it's itself now Stay with me I'm either having a meltdown Or the world is upside down, hoarding the wealth down In the sky Might as well try to fly Be a King Midas alive if I defy 9 to 5 / strive to thrive Hail when I arrive or not I was there driving by My voice you heard, surprise surprise Sound maniacal by design cause my sunrise won't last You can never learn what you don't ask Not a crumb in the path No way to go back This is a notepad of punches I won't hold back A levy to slow crack Wished I had known that It could be so fast A light switch It could be like this, toggled off at a slight twitch I was here to stay, even though I'm outdated Made it count, shouted hours without about facing Analytical and critical Pivotal now Not a thought of doubt racing through my mind till I'm an outpatient. Check me out