Identity Crisis
I'm a decorated scholar, just a tyrant whos bleeding
His mind on the sheet, organized and typed into the lines that your seeing
See, I write it so deeply that even my mind can't leash it
Gotta reread it three times to decipher the higher meaning
In life as a spiral beacon despite it's colliding seasons
The frights that'll lie beneath it, the sprites and the viral demons
I'm fighting to find the key and am righteous when I resolve it
Unlocking the treasure, saw that all perspectives are never ending
The next decension, sent to repent in the depths of REM sleep
In the middle of this mess I feel regret I can't repress these
Became lucid oozing sweat in my bed sheets, second best type of wet dream
It was perplexing, torrential horrors upsetting the weathers norm
Cold War etched with some Desert Storm, frost thicker then ever before
Weapons pre-preemptively drawn, deception round every corner
Mourn their own and celebrate in the death of an enemy soldier
The general consensus; show respect and hold in-check with every ethnic soul
And yet we're thrown against the foes we get to known
Repressed, and told it's best we step our toe in ever country just to check the flow
And FUCK how it reflects us, no.. Our penny's spent aren't low
But with this death-ball we've invented, you will not collect the debt we owe!
So.. Only investment cheque that grows is sent to the men who lent the dough
LET ME GO!!!
I'm in my head and these jesters talking
Tryin to get me like paparazzi
Saw the God's watch us walking on and evolve to Nazi's
Bombed our property, Kamikaze, Osama, Saddam, and Gadaffi
I prey we solve the nonsense but beyond the talking
Remain convulsing in the grey because the monster I saw was not me