Sketch the Conductor - Skillshot

Tell me what I have to do if I wanna be great
All of this cheese in my ear I wanna grate
I see nothing competition wise, nothing like a race
Yet they're all running from all of the pictures that I paint
I'm Sketch, and I got no talent
Brain like a maze, frickin challenge
But I got range like a mountain
I could make waves by the gallon, but frick it whose counting
I just wanna die every second of living
Is a pendulum swinging, I got bad intentions
Cause the message I'm bringing it's going way beyond distance
I feel like I could million off singing, I wanna live
But is my music my limit
It's all it's on me, It's all on me
I see the bigger picture, like a movie screen
I wanna wish all of you death, if you death wished me
I'll make it clear, X over all, and X is me
Look at my destiny, therapy and empathy
I can read mine, like telepathy
I'll be fine like eventually, I don't feel like it's some leprosy
And I don't require your dependancy
I just need mind and some rest in peace
I don't need a fricking cease fire, or some recipes
I'll just bring fire and intensity, while I seek light, and identity
While I face all of my enemies
Y'all really think you went through it
But you don't know stress, my stress been cubic
Got murder on your mind, but you never will do it
My dream's so clear, but my dream's not lucid
I don't really - maybe I should pause for a sec, yes
You think you God but you less, yes
Not all music is for sheck, wes
I rap for the lonely depressed
I rap for the people who feel like I do
Tired and cautious, their vision is scewed
Everyday's painful, just waking up to
Rather stay sleeping, when sadness ensues
But the meloncholiness has always been there
Wake up to go sleep, and have nightmares
Anxiety plaguing their defensive glare
The ones who are one R away from the scared
I wanna give them a reason a to live
Trynna pull millions of people out of a sunken abyss
So I spit edgy, so I can get to the top of the cliff
Catch everybody that's falling off while I rise to the tip
Using my body and fishing line so my chances are slim
What does it matter, just any chance means you possibly win
Failure's my antonym, losing life is my opposite twin
I'm done stressing out and feeling I'm lost
Nobody cares who you are, less you're stuck on a cross
So what's the point, I'mma only write for me and my mom
Use my pencil as a blade, leave your body in chalk
So get flame while it's still hot
The Kid Doc, with the mental and his pills popped
This mob been psycho when his pen dropped
What's a kill, This my Ult it's a skill shot

Written by:
NEY PATIN

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