I been scopin out the lies
been emotionally dry
Been hoping I could die
But been copin

I been smokin all the time
I been coastin on decline
I been focused on these rhymes
been copin

(DOOBYIS)
Outlook locked 
on no new notions
So few emotions
I'm home brewing potions
No true solutions
Confusions too intense
Going through the motions
Sick of sitting on a fence 
So much trial and error
Who's to judge got no defense
No repenting in my sentences
Tell it like I meant it this
Is master class
I'm graduating past my apprenticeship
Used to skip classes
Now ask pupils to practice penmanship
Cuz I been through it too
And writing to it's to their benefit
The mind is just a muscle
It takes discipline to strengthen it
If you're still surviving 
It can let you know you're meant for this
Looking back
I Resent the kid I was
There's a lotta shit I'm thankful I'd 
eventually give up
this is something that just wouldn't budge
I couldn't put a cork in it
Been fortunate enough
To bend some rules like a contortionist
Look, if you're tryna strike it rich I can't endorse this shit
There are pieces that you just aren't gunna force to fit
If you invest your whole soul and then get forced to split
You can join the chorus singing about
divorce is a bitch
There's lotsa that
Who gotcha back
If you can't afford the tip
That horseshit
Of course you Disagree
 that's ok
Catch me floating in an ocean
Dosed, soaked and so grey
No days off
No chill
No way
Jus
Meeting my quota for quotables
I been Coping ok

I been scopin out the lies
been emotionally dry
Been hoping I could die
But been copin

I been smokin all the time
I been coastin on decline
I been focused on these rhymes
been copin

(Kenneth James)
Hearin all the hate
wanna go away
All Im gonna do is
Get me through the day

Thought my life remain
Got a mind on change
Dishes pilin in the sink
Like I been insane

I be overthinkin
On a raft driftin
In the bigger drink
Nooses on the brink

my shadow get bigger in winter
Feelin like sorta got set up
Pray to the lord but he hung up
Call me a son of the gun

I’ll be the one on the run
Fumblin mumblin
In the corner with action
Stunted
What in the fun did I be wonderin
Better for me
better for lessons
I was to receive
Pleasin a number of beast

it made me into the stunning

Wonderful

humbler
than i was
Kind of dummy that makes my lovers wonder what am i doing with this buddy
Life is short and I be ugly so I hope im funny
All the things that I been sayin
All gas no brakes
I like gettin hurt
Im pro pain
She the match
Light my flame
Oh its so dang
Cold deceitful
Im hangin off
Three rocks
One ledge
My toes creepin
Im tired of people
Tired of backstabbin snakes with friendly grins
Tired of my life fallin apart
Everytime i start to win
Part of this
My neurological imbalances
Cognitive pressure
Im just all the same
Never learn my lessons
Back on stressin
Back on depression
Messin witmy heads
For reasons why im less than
Got dead friends with messages
Thinkin of you reppin it
Pass the party bag around
Im postin high aggression
Tried to hide my L’s
But everyone guessed it
Microphone style be rippin
Swingin from my audio rope
Im livin