I'm looking for that quiet moment/ finding my peace in completing my atonement/ defeating my opponents/ rereading what I wrote and releasing all these poems/ receiving all this dope/ while I'm smoking these components/ so my people know it when I'm floating through the sound scape/ losing your religion cause my rhythm makes the ground break/ and while I'm at it I'll just separate the seas/ cause this is how it is and this is how it used to be/ and I'm sure that you thought you'd never lose to me/ usually I don't show my teeth until I'm about to eat/ and I don't step out in the streets unless I'm ready to compete/ so if you've seen what you've seen and still think what you think/ then you must have caught up on Z's when you needed to blink/ so when reality seeps in and you fall off the deep end/ we'll see who can be friends without needing to speak/ and you know who I mean and who you needed to be/

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I'm trying to get some rest cause I've been so exhausted/ trying to find a way through the maze of my conscience/ nauseous / wading through the lame and obnoxious/ lost it/ conceding my profits/

I'm trying to think of something clever to say/ a job that only pays minimum wage only gets in the way/ it's time to stop and smell the roses/ fell beneath the hopeless/ stuck screaming for help but nobody seems to notice/ in a fleeting moment/ soaking in a tub of my tears/ grown to know nothings ever as it appears/ what you no longer fear/ you hear inside your dreams/ nothing but the sound of anxiety piercing through the screams/ like a monster/ standing on the stage like a launchpad/ trying to catch a contact/ while chillin with my comrades/ we off that/ and on to the next one/ about to show and prove to you the west won/ and if you think you messed up/ then you might be the best one to stand up here and share all your woes/ standing toe to toe with people in the know/ and I might not appear important but looks can be deceiving/ king of the evening/ cause the words I write down are with repeating/

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My circadian rhythm beats to a different drum/ sleeping just to say I miss the sun/ it was for fun but now the purpose outweighs the practice/ answer only known by the person who asked it/ set off by a matchstick/ back when the art wasn't packaged up in plastic/ enjoy the moment for however long it lasted/ wasn't ruined by the masses/ it was ruined by the people who dubbed mediocre music classics/ karma's laughing at you thinking backwards/ but now I'm passed it/ trying to make this euphoria everlasting/ and if I'm ever asking for help then I must really need it/ if I'm ever swallowing my pride then I must need to eat it/ I'm the cleanest to reside in Phoenix/ so I suggest that you get right with Jesus/ or exorcise your demons/ try to fight the feeling cause it's quite demeaning/ when I'm seeing what I'm seeing/ so I'm gleaming beating you straight out your reasoning/

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