[asylum]

sick quasimoto bit, catch me flyin solo into the fog of astonishment,
aint no diss tho. tryna spit a quick flow to let my wit go, I promise it.
Obama split? Politics got my feed gnawin bits,
claw and sift through buckets of shit that I give. aint as lit as it is.
at first glance, catch you in a haze findin a way through the maze,
as each moment replays of a dead end, just gaze ahead friend.
entranced by the remnants of a past you used to see.
half of society sittin there bitchin bout shit uselessly,
no bruises to see. aint confused by my dreams just used to these gleam,
blinding the sheep. remind me it's deep when rock slices to bone,
it's nice to me. staring into the sun, glaring off the barrel of the gun finding it's home,
grinding fake teeth, this fucking world cant take me.
aint breakin even, no mistake I aint leaving.
gonna change face rearrange grace to make it look like i'm right,
crooked in rhyme. dime sacks and fine ass, all I need is a light.