Ego Death, but not for me

Don't like my acid trips?
Your thoughts can't botch my wits.
I got rocket ships to mock it with
locked/equipped with consciousness' hypothesis
that you ought to quit. it's my life and right to cop this shit
like my cock on tits while dual wielding bondage whips.
I kid you not,
I stay honest with the thickest plot and liqour spots.
And respect rejection in effect to be direct if it ain't for you.
But don't tell ME what to do with disdained neglect
just because I don't want you to, cus I won't judge
your booze if we agree to find a truce.
...
Choose your truth but use context clues and nuanced sleuths
beyond what's on the news when you construe a few congruent views
against the Niké shoes that fits my size when I'm aligned with lucid truths
as music booms fused with shrooms and neon lights in my stupid room.
You might think my mind will lose it soon.
I won't, I know my limits like my flows' consistent
and space it out with a caged in clouts' existence
based in this raging fist with an angels twist.
I've read the dangers, seen side effect on strangers
like eyes wide shut that pride might cut
open when it's time to release most of our omens.
I ain't laced with doubts, I face my bouts
and just deserts. Don't like my words?
Well,
justice hurts.
With verbs converged
I merge this world of hurt
until I spill its worth from dirt,
then live a life submerged and cursed with words.
...
I've earned my stripes and fight the so called light that burned this earth since birth.
And you will learn that I'm the one that
phoned alone, then found the tone
but honed it first in silence.
Please,
do know I simply love that you're concerned, I serve no violence.
And hope you spread some ashes from the wisdom in your urn
as I ask you to observe before you offer guidance.
In turn I'll keep your questions heard
without Hoffman and a coffins riot.
Rest assured our soul and goals'
adjourned.

YOU don't have to try it.