Introduction.

Not a rapper I'm a lawyer this Rhyme is my outlet

I write because I'm not ready to let you know what I'm about yet

Money you aren't ready to hear it, that's my bet

Can't forget though eventually you'll get what you get

Get to see me for who I am

Leave you standing silent like damn

Ah face reality, be a man

But don't blow it out of proportion

Anyone can hit bankrupt on the wheel of fortune

Yield when the sign reads caution

Told you focus on what you watching

Matter of fact warned you ________ can't stop me

You ask why

Don't ask surprised

They say when someone tells you who they are believe them the first time

It is the worse guys who cover lies with lies

I was like surprise, here I am, this is I

But why is it I can read contempt and spite in your eyes

Why it is the truth teller you despise

Perhaps Nietzsche had it right, how wise?

He said people work hard to suppress reality at night

Hm. Ever read Beyond Good and Evil? Shit's tight

Hell read that then round newfound motivation to write

Shady beat in the background, bout to start a fight

Shoot guns in the air and bring down an entire flight

Psyche!

I'm Not crazy, I just forgot my pills

Not ill just missed a few meals

Rolling be rolling again just need wheels

Or perhaps a license

I've been on a bike since

I lost my shit, crashing OD's on vicadin

I know it doesn't make sense, license-less at twenty-six
But shit is as it is at the quarter-life crisis
But rock bottom is a positive arm twist

Arms reached over my antitrust book just to write this

I guess I have to stop, or fail out of school I might just

But please pump your fist in the air to tell me that you like this