Rah-C - 25

Waking up from nightmares
Which way is reality?
I fight fares
Not swiping MTA void of salary
These white hairs
Destroyed my display in the gallery
Tonight there's a chance I remove it from viewing
Staring back at my reflection what the fuck are you doing
Recollection's often cruel
Drunk and talking like a fool
Now I'm nauseous and ruined
Another trip around the sun
More like I'll hit it until it's sticking to lungs, lounging
It's bout time to bring the cows in
Too many think a drunk cyph equates to being nice
This that chicken over rice
Mixed with vision so astounding
No innocence
Your impotence is why she always bites when I
Post a flick
Bro you know what it is
Dreams of living comfy
Wife and a couple of kids
But for now I'm hungry
Life's too disgruntled and bids don't
Reach a verdict
Searching for semi perfect

Am I really ready for the next level
When your comment
Sends me into a spiral?
Taking in all your content
Thinking about the ways I could murder you for real
No apology is needed
Kinda mad I don't appeal to your ear
In the rear is the shift that I'm home from
Twelve hours long
Man, the need for money so dumb
I'd rather rob a store and sell shit on the street
Right next to where there's Jordans
Off someone else's feet
Wait how much?
Sixty for the cool greys?
Copy
Not giving all these fools praise
You came to watch to watch me
Drop 50 like it's nothing
My family is leaving and moving south, disruption
I'll lose my house and something
Tell me that I'll come to need them
Until I'm living in a coliseum
When all kids see rah-c and say
I wanna be him
But no one knows the burden
I'm looking out the curtain
At my neighbor while she twerking
In her underwear
I shouldn't stare
careless and so unaware
I'm hurting
Close the blinds and remember she's a person
And not a piece of flesh I can do with as I please
How quickly I regress
When depression plant seeds
Someone tell me I'm the best
Cause I really can't breathe

Damn I need my ego to be fed bitch
But my head itch
Web MD call it stress
Let me bleed through this mess
Chemically in duress
Which means there's probably a solution
But I'm too afraid to swallow it and lose my will
These shoes I fill
Dont politic or bow to illusion
If the music don't work I could do prostitution
Since I'm already selling myself with delusion
Put me in a box
I'll hit for the cycle
My range strong
Watch me handle a rifle
It feels wrong to be distant and spiteful
But sometimes it's a little delightful
To be inside your own world
It's really so nice to be inside your own world
For a while

Written by:
Christian Rossi

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