23 Years of Solitude

My solitude compromised
My promises neutralised
A god like complex floats
In a pool of lies
Apostle like speech
But a possum like stench lingers
Binge drinker, thinkers block
Serenading my ring finger
Liquor was my freedom
I knelt down for my vices
Psychedelic meltdowns
Opened up false horizons
Food gone cold this fucking
Chicken is stale
This opium speak to me
With the grace of a nightingale
Or that of a dove
In the morning dew
I'm mourning my losses
Philosophers stone
And red sky theories
I write dearly
Acrylic views these hues
Between the spectrum
Your perspective start
To change when you
Trippin off cobra venom
Far from copacetic
My pupils are dilated
Getting closer to the pearly
Gates every time I get faded
These scriptures are heinous lately
I've started speaking in parables
Paraphernalia induced paralysis
Alice in wonderland
Like euphoria
But it come with a price
Guess what I'm saying is even
The weak can survive
Weekends and months
I've been wasting
I've been chasing
Some false redemption
Until i picked up the pen
There's power in every sentence like

1 for my boys 2 for all the hoes
I'm just a south side kid
With a fuck you flow
7 seals of the revelations
And visions of what is coming
Intoxication got me writing
Thesis in a dungeon
The 7 seas roar when I pour
Out this ink on paper
I broke out the grips of death
The pen was my only saber
6 years in exile
All my soldiers have fallen to
Add it up that's 23 years of solitude

Rome is burning' Rome is burnin
Prophets preachin fantasy fallacies
In every sermon the serpent provided
Nectar you accept him in open arms
I don't take alms that's on art
My odds and ornaments around
My neck if you touch it
Then it's a slaughter
These rappers are merely lamb
A sacrifice on my altar
I sincerely stand with my kinfolk
Threw our heart out the window
It's in a different chest like
I fell in love with Calypso, stop it
If you really own a chopper then pop it
I don't need your keys I open
The gates like a locksmith locked
And loaded I've been on my own
Chakra charging harnessing
Qi I'm cleansing my heart
And the horrors I've seen
Can leave a mortal mortified
This is real life, if you've never
Held a strap
Motherfucker don't glorify it
Livin on the low low
Middle fingers to po po
The Shit that we smoke
Is burnin holes in the ozone

1 for my boys 2 for all the hoes
I'm just a south side kid
With a fuck you flow
7 seals of the revelations
And visions of what is coming
Intoxication got me writing
Thesis in a dungeon
The 7 seas roar when
I pour out this ink on paper
I broke out the grips of death
The pen was my only saber
6 years in exile
All my soldiers have fallen to
Add it up that's 23 years of solitude