First things first

Rest in peace to the Villain

This your bastard sonRagamuffin vagabond

Rags to pennies

Dragging on jacks in the lab

While these rap niggas jacking off

Swear he hot I had to scoff

I barely took the jacket off

Wait AirBnB a year to the date

Nast E. Beats in the ear

I blow CIGARETTES in the face

Shit, I was passionate then

I don′t feel like rapping today

It's blood clots in the pen

When I need to draw from the vein

Well damn

My heart is heavy

And my sleeve is distressed

Adam in that Angry Orchard

Think my Eve is depressed

I thought I could handle the weight

But I think my Libra is bent

You said I needed some balance

I think I need to repent

I got a load on my conscience

I think I needed to vent

This shit is spoiling my spirit

I think it′s leaving a stench

I'm trynna make me a change

But barely even make sense

And plus I need me a dollar

For keeping up with the rent

Well damn

But here I go, giving you

A poignant point of view I think

Or pointing every problem out

Like, who the fuck are you a shrink?

Or painting pretty pictures

As the pigment pouring down the sink

Or penning prose and poetry

Ball point barely ink

Pregnant pauses

Every thought is premature he barely think

And every purpose purposeless

And every pussy very pink

And every poison palatable

Ponder when he'd rarely drink

And pressure pointing pushed him to the precipice

He′s at the brink

But here I go

Keeping on keeping on keeping on

Keep an arm′s length to the passion when the heat is off

Keeping smoke close to the throat when he really need exhaust

And he exhausted

Sugar in the tank he ain't speeding off

And he barely believe what′s on the sheet that he's reading off

You barely see the gleam in his eyes he told ′em leave it off

His smile is a bleeding disguise and the shit is peeling off

But he pay what he owes I apologize if he been off

For DOOM