My mind keeps racin and the clock keeps ticking
Counting down to a fade like a barber
God keeps perfect timing
I wont miss my dead line
Addicted to procrastination
Stagnant situations
Sticky contractions pushin out my fantasies
Nothing in front of me shows up clearly
Everything is distant and blurry
My heart is my logo
None of my shots are free throws
They're all long like Steph Curry
I got 3 points left
0 seconds on the clock
The rim is so salty
Cant take me with me
I been sober so long
I cant remember the forgotten me
Strung out on the streets
In a domestic chasin foreign pussy
Pussy that defined me
Pussy that strangled the I out of my identity
Didnt I see this me
Trapped in a loop like Dormamu
I'm not a Dr but Strange looks in the mirror
Got me reciting hypocratic oaths to myself as i shake and shiver
Birth of a winner
Blood pressure still high from eating frozen Hungry Man chicken dinners
But I'm still hungry
No sustenance can sustain the beast in me
This road is meant for struggling
Not for traveling
Walkers walk
Talkers talk
Riders end up in chalk
Playing above the rim
Is where the eagles soar
Picking up my lip off the floor
Words knocked out of my subconscious
Pages torn from my journal
Bout my journey
Of distractions
Like the cities on a map
Stuck living life in 2 dimensions
Somethings missing
And I know it doesnt make sense to be this lost
I wish I paid attention when I could afford the cost....
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