SLIM

I wrote a free
I wrote a free
On this song about my life and I been stroking keys
Now it's like the people close to me wish they wrote for me
All with the hoping he goes to sleep
Wake up with new hopes and dreams
As old friends post degrees
I witness no such thing as a life with no doubt
What I'm supposed to be
The feeling's gross to me but close to me
Still I approach the beat
With the coldest feet
Looking to be the goat mc
Enemies looking at me like when you hurt nigga you supposed to bleed
But with adversity come verses I keep focusing
At times I feel I paid my dues for something I won't receive
Spit my two cents to see my juice stuck in a coke machine
It's really a ghost machine cause coast to coast you see
A sea of dreamers trophy seekers with the same glimmer of hope as me
We screaming notice me on this road we lead
But I'll never find home until a nigga get to know this street
Can I stop
Put frozen hands on the clock
I ain't been answering calls I been advancing my rot
With every chance at resolve I'd rather dance with the devil
Never could fathom the cause I point my hands at whoever
Misery stamped on my thoughts I'll never hand you the letter
Unless I'm rapping my sobs I wear a mask that fit everyone
I'd rather be everyone at times
The masses get to laugh when ya perishing inside
Them bastards get to craft ya own character with their eyes
So tell me what'd ya find
Who knows asf like I
Cause lately asf might die
I'm questioning this journey and the answer is just out of reach
I've always tried to get the best outta me
But I'm lazy on occasion I can't say with every death I rise
And when I'm in that state I guess I don't see the road I lead
But I'll never find home until a nigga
In these distractions I'm lost
I been attached to this sloth
A benefactor of losing with every devil you fought
Got no hard feelings in choosing to take the back seat or walk
Is yo heart still in the music if more than half of it's lost
Feels like the ultimate test
Feel like a corpse at my desk
I got no choice in my death
Lost to the voice in my head
Costing me more than it seems
I've been avoiding the scene
Rerecording my dreams
Like what's important to me
Would I die for the music
Am I alive for the music
My minds been confused with the answers
Still I'm striving to do this
Tied to the movement the canter of my rhymes when I do this
My consciousness oozing with anthems I cannot picture losing
I've got to improve them
Cause if not I don't know myself
That's not asf
That's not Anthony that's someone else
Maybe someone I'd rather him be
And that's the key
Cause I have to know me
Before a nigga get to know this street