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Trancendental MeditationI hate the man that I am and the person I'm becomingSlit wrists, blood drips My pain is dissipating from it Running the direction where my problem stands opposite My solitude concludes that i focus on my consonants I wasn't blessed with confidence This poetry is common sense Edgar Allan Poe i compose in a southern continent I'm giving you the gospel and apostle never contradicts Thinking 'bout my life than silencing the voice of Stevie Nicks Why talk about attempted suicides Nobody gives a shit Losing my sanity is the price that I'm paying for this gift And as I reminisce on my youth, glorious ignorance My loss of innocence is beauty in that shit with innocence Bitch I'm baring my soul My goal isn't the dividends And all my shit is personal My life is in this sentence So while you hustle for wealth I be praying for repentance My brain stuck in the nineties I'm bumping Alanis Morissette Contours like corsets As dangerous as raw sex You stuck withing this vortex I'm flowing like running faucets Forgive me for my etiquette I defecate with predicates Fuck public opinion I don't care what the consensus is Statistics that they give are far from accurate And adequate On the edge of the catalyst My view is cinematic Anticlimactic like Cobain found slain up in his attic A double barrel shotgun found next to his body There's imagery in this symphony Pain in my delivery Just get it over with I know you take your life timidly So what's the point of living if you're just living a misery Your finger is on the trigger I'm suggesting that you pull it Hopefully you'll find a little peace of mind in the bullet I put emphasis on my cadence A catatonic accomplishment The sacrificial rape of this art form is abolished The complexion certain sections slicing like circumcisions Collections of disenfranchised , minds and retrospection Juxtapose this position, hope you hear it clearer Put the barrel to my head as I'm reflecting in the mirror Contemplating on the thoughts that been running through my mind I got 51 seconds, I'm tired of wasting my time I'm obsessing over death like a fucking necrophiliac I'm hypochondriac the contractual abstraction My affliction is benediction Avoiding the deposition A derelict predicting the eulogy and bereavement Man I'm trynna take my life asthough im barely even breathin' And praying over the bible as I'm searching for a reason It's the lost of my religion I just hope that I'm forgiven |