[Fig]

Fuck you @Zenland. Now I gotta feed you out of spite and shit? Im secretly trying to appease you because I always lag on our collabs? Dad?

I chew it and grit my teeth. Spit it out and lift my feet to hit this loud within my cheeks. Emit a cloud. I'm spinning again this week. Upended.

The wording in bold helps establish an aggressive tone from the gates. The imagery in the first line is especially impactful. Ends on a poignant note that sheds some light on the nature of your cloud emissions.

Become the villain you need.

the sudden change in tense confused me a bit. I do think it's a dope line though.

A slave to depression. Angry, unchained. Obsessive to rage. Aggressive and decaying. The wait is regression. Insane and decompressing. Impressions of angst.

First two phrases were dope. Wish it was less ambiguous at parts (man im a fuck ass)

Confessions, weighing indiscretions each day with the reverend. Athiest, still hoping to make it to heaven. Submission, suppression. Suggestions: Hate is a weapon. Half-empty/Half-full. Totally wasting perception. A coma patient only afraid of reception.

the only weak concept here is the athiest line. just felt played. But the lines following it are good.

I comb, I shave. It takes ten seconds. Least that's what I tell myself. It's more like ten minutes so people won't think I have bad hair, but why does that matter?

so you can get the bitches nigga!
sometimes the truth is better than a rhyme, and this was one of those times.

We're making life a disaster hoping for the light to come afterwards. Self-fulfilling prophecies. All unique snowflakes. All crystal in quality. Just to end up in a pick up giddy on molly. Oh, the pity. Why bother with life if you only squander it? Matrices of lies. Whatever makes you survive. Take what you like. Hate what you despise.

That Satanist vibe that's still awake in your basement with knives. That time you saw that face that made you think she's the wife. None of it's real however you look at it. Only real in your mind. Sickness, ill just to feel compliant. Only real when dying. Those passing moments where you gaze off wondering what you should have did. Oxygen mask humming hymns to what could of been. A tear falls onto the pillow, a crow shrieks out your window. The moment is bleak. now you feel cold.

I think youre on a surge of inspiration right now where youre really solidifying your writing prowess. This whole piece just seemed unforced if that makes sense. I was on coke when i commented on this initially but Im happy to find that this shit is just as cool as when i first read it. I see a bright future ahead for you young one.