This is for the punk kid that wouldn't take a bite from the apple,
and only read the caps when he opened the snapple,
he waits for the omen, his face has no trace of emotions,
but little did he know that he was chosen left with a mental broken,
and spoke to no one, not letting it open to see,
what he foretold was rhetorical abortions, and defeat,
I couldn't absorb the potion so I left his dreary notion
out in the enclosure of the sea,

and this is for the fake solace that his peers tried to provide him
when he screamed to the skies why him?
it only took a braindrizzle and a couple play missiles
to remove the questions that were inside him,
the only question that he couldn't answer was when asked about his status
his vocab just wasn't vast enough to capture why he's mad at us
perhaps he wasn't black enough, but thinking that is blasphemous
he'd visit psychoanalysts who'd laugh and call him pussilanimous,

and this is for the people that he tricked 6th grade when he played the catfish,
the story was absurd, but I guess he had a way with the words,
that would herd those with reason absent,
and if it wasn't for them, he'd be in the mental cage he often saw around him
people in wasted states of grace were much abound, living in ignorance
of necessary innocence and acting like the riddances
of this were path A to the bliss,

but only if they knew they accelerated up to their peak,
while it's still uphill for the meek,
cause lack of moderation has a point zero zero zero zero zero
zero one (0.0000001%) chance to succeed,
and even if it does, you'll die, if it doesn't, you'll die still,
and I will eventually so I don't have any time to kill,
I might as well document the progress,
what are we talking about? I forgot,

well this is for the anger that he kept manifested in himself
as a pain that resided in the chest and back,
he had a hole in his soul that would suck up affection
accuse caregiver as a diplomat,
no benevolence in his mind, he harbored nothing but the tenebrous,
sent to mental irrelevence lead to never remember
the ever-elegant tenements he used to berate,
and he'd hate em if they ever made him lose a debate

once met by the absence of social oppression,
he opened his vocals with a lack of discretion,
and as the saying goes, "any personality pressurized,
released makes a beast with the heaven he memorized,
he met with some don't-touch-mes, some shut-the-fuck-ups
came straight outta dumb luck he didn't just up and combust
met two inventors led in their selfish adventures,
He ventured to see,

and the sights made him weep cause he saw that we're about to get pushed off the cliff just to see who can fly,
in order to succeed in this case, I must leave his dead weight, so the kid that's inside me must die,
a gun named structure, a knife named focus,
I shot every thought when I cut his mind open,
ferocious emotions that bled to a hopeless,
corroding, ocean that froze in a moment,

I'm told I'm the chosen, but what does that mean,
when I'm prone to distractions, my hands stay clean,
I make no progress, my vices make islands exhausted,
I've only gotten more nauseous in this coffin,
Believe me, I've tried to stay young,
not the best in the grades, but I held back my tongue,
so where's my acclaim? Have I gone unsung?
I don't wanna hear a "congratulations, you've won!"

I want all my time back, I wasted too much
tryna dodge any punishment, the height of a climax,
I should've fallen out of my youth, peg leg and an eyepatch,
a sin in every minute to repent and be right back,
again and again til I finished,
the age of true freedom is quickly diminished,
I didn't live my life like a game I can win,
so I pale when I face that it's just the beginning.

and I give up