TheMadWriter

Finally reached prosperity, now i'm touchin lavish shit/
Life overelaborate on a crazy extravagance/
Now i'm back again explainin everything that is happenin/
Psychiatrists says my lyin trick's dead, my eyes are translucent/
Void of expression but i'm not really ruthless/
I ask her how she can see through a facade/
She said it's a special gift that's, given from God.../
I took time to speculate, how this I could replicate/
Then I suddenly realized that I had to seperate/
Reality from fiction, realizing my convictions/
I only saw dereliction out of benediction and it's so...
Pointless, now i'm feelin everlastin confusion/
Is this the pain success brings? It doesn't sting/
In fact it leaves you with a vacuous ring, ask yourself what's left/
And you get no answer all like a dream, it's clever see?/
The way your mind puts on this reverie/
Cognitive dissonance got me askin what's left of me.../
It's all a jumbled up portrait, misarranged pieces are scorchin/
You burnin to find em, put em away like you don't mind em/
But in the end you have to bind em, with a rationale/
You start to wonder 'is this nation-al?' it seems irrate/
Feel inept to fate, can't explain why you deserve to stay/
It's all a depression, probably stemmin from the recession/
That everyone denies exists amidst compression/
All the pressure leavin one giant impression/
On what was thought to be America's happy expression.../
I don't expect ya'll to understand, my blabber and blunderin/
My voice is now thunderin, can they really comprehend i'm wonderin.../
I guess it's only me i'm grumblin, i'm easily stressed, i'm like Scarface where is my vest?/
Where is my gun, you're all some pests, that just infest, a mind that can never rest/
Get the fuck out my room, let me think to myself/
I listen to my heartbeat and my last remnants of health...

Mer-C

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