Hermit (prod. Daju & Twuan)

Got baggage that's sharp
Jagged, the spark's stagnant
I'm part man, the other half's
Made of dark matter
I've got battles that I never digested
Only dissected, the time spent on it
I've invested

Fuckin hermit

Submerged within his verbiage
Every friend he made converted into vermin
Never certain
Nervous searching for his worth
When nerves of steel began to surface
My vision vitreous
Serpents hide in human epidermis
I curve em'

Hit the dirt, I concur
Refer to my gut
Every word that I have dispersed
Has rest assured inside of my blood
I deter from the herd
With the herb and a purple dutch
And a bucket that's full of fuck's
I used to give and now there's
None left

Maybe If I wasn't so aggravated and upset
I'd probably gravitate toward the door that could lead to success
One step, closer off the edge of that front porch
Hoping that I don't die before knowing what I'm alive for
I'm gone

I'm fuckin guarded in the mist...