[DMS]

Cypher with Mav

“Dad, do you think insane people have dreams like normal life and see them like crazy dreams?”

*Kicks the door off its hinges*

I say yo

Don’t mistake me for a poet, I’m the dreams of a mental patient.
So expect the unexpected and I’ll subvert your expectations.
Penned this with a shovel, disgruntled, in need of help. Still
Dig far into my unconscious, plunging to secret levels.
So deep inside my thoughts, I peak upwards and see the devil.
Sadist with the pages, rhyming words to beat them senseless.
I write each verse like I’m dy’na thirst, if you can’t see Dope’s message,
I’M NOT TRYNNA BE POETIC, I’M JUST ALWAYS EATING PRETZELS!

(I ain’t battled with depression, but I’m strapped to my regression)

All these clowns with big ‘vocabs’ got me laughing until soreness.
With half their random babble being grabbed from a thesaurus.
I’m the God of war. They better get the nicest helmet.
Cuz I’m the wielder of a Flaming Sword I circumcised myself with.

I’ll pull up to any wack textcees and they’re getting snapped.
Cuz fabricated ‘deepness’ wears my patience thin as spaghetti straps.
Y’all can’t fit in my shoes, so kick rocks at the minimum.
Writing is an art, and if they jack it I’m zippin’ um.

*Takes down the bottle of Jack Daniels. Finishes his note.*


I’m locked and loaded to pop a slow kid with vague jottings.
Every time Dope pen’s a line, know that’s he’s grave plotting.
‘Cuz I feel stuck with the pen, saddened and dejected.
That’s why penned this whole verse as a rant at my reflection.