I'D SAY I WOKE UP, BUT THAT IMPLIES I WENT TO SLEEP EVERY MORNING MOURNING THE LOSS IN ANOTHER ENDLESS DREAM ALBUM 3, I'M BOUT TO FINISH MY TRILOGY I TALKED ABOUT LIVIN PLENTY, NOW LETS TALK ABOUT KILLING ME I RAN THE NUMBERS, PROS AND CONS, I SEE THE BENEFITS AND DETRIMENTS, AFTER MUCH REFLECTION I GUESS I'M ENDING IT NOT 100%, BUT WHATEVER, WHO EVER IS? PRECIPICE OF DEATH WITH NEARLY NO REGRETFUL SENTIMENTS STARING AT THE MIRROR TRYNA FIGURE OUT WHAT I'M LOOKIN AT IS THAT A MAN OR SOME KIND OF DEMON BEHIND A CROOKED MASK? EITHER WAY IT'S LOOKIN BAD, FEELIN LIKE THE LAST STAND HANDS CRAMPED FROM WRITING NOW I'M PRAYIN TO THE SANDMAN LIKE I'M BEGGIN YOU TO LEND ME A DREAM PUT ME TO SLEEP, THROW ME SOME Z'S, LET ME REST IN PEACE I DON'T THINK I'VE ACTUALLY SLEPT IN WEEKS SO IF ALL GOES CORRECT MY NEXT SIESTA SHOULD BE THE END OF ME SO MELODRAMATIC ANXIETY DEPRESSION COMBO GETTIN HARDER TO MANAGE IT'S EFFORTLESSLY PREVENTING ANY FARTHER ADVANCES ERASED MY TARGETS, LEFT ME AIMLESS IN THE DARKNESS AND I'VE HAD IT CAN'T KEEP HOLDIN MY EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE IN THE CIRCLES UNDER MY EYES, THAT YOU CAN TELL KINDA SADNESS BUT SINCE I'M TRAPPED IN HERE I'LL TRY TO USE IT TO MY ADVANTAGE STARING AT THE CEILING PLAYING VARIANT GETTIN IN PRACTICE SINCE YOU LEFT I BEEN WORKIN ON GETTIN BETTER AND I AIN'T DOIN THE BEST BUT I SWEAR I'M STILL GIVIN EFFORT PROVE MY WORTH TO MYSELF, I DO IT THROUGH MY SELF-EXPRESSION I'M AT WAR WITH MYSELF AND THIS MUSIC'S MY WEAPON I'M SELF-DESTRUCTIVE HOPE TO GO TO SLEEP AND WAKE UP DEAD HOPE I FIGURE SOMETHIN OUT BEFORE THE END IF NOT, FUCK IT, IT DOESN'T MATTER I GUESS MISERY BREEDS MISERY TIL THE MISERABLE LEAVE AND THAT BRINGS YOU MORE MISERY, LET THE CYCLE REPEAT

STUPID KNOW IT ALL TOO SCARED TO THROW THE BALL CAUSE IF HE SHOOTS BUT DOESN'T SCORE IT ALWAYS THROWS HIM OFF AFRAID OF FAILURE SO HE FAKES IT WHEN HE'S SHOWIN OFF AND ACTS LIKE IT'S A JOKE IF HE DON'T DO IT RIGHT, PERFORMS AND FALLS NO EMOTIONS, NEVER SHOWED EM, JUST IGNORED THE COST OF HOLDIN ALL THE WORDS INSIDE HIS HEART ALTHOUGH HE KNOWS IT'S WRONG PEOPLE GOT THEIR OWN PROBLEMS TO FOCUS ON THAT'S WHY HE NEVER BOTHERED TO LET EM KNOW HE WAS AT A TOTAL LOSS AND THAT'S WHY NO ONE KNOWS HE'S GONE LAID OUT IN THE CASKET, PACKED BOWL UNDER HIS FOLDED ARMS TO SHOW EM POST MORTEM THAT THE SMOKE WAS ALWAYS CLOSE TO HEART HE COULDA CHOSE TO DO WHATEVER, INSTEAD HE CHOSE THE ART AND HE KNEW THAT HE WAS HOOKED FROM THE DAY THAT HE FIRST WROTE A SONG SANG BACK THE STRUGGLED WORDS OVER STRUMMED CHORDS FROM A BROKE GUITAR IMMEDIATELY IMAGINED A FUTURE LIFE AS A GOLDEN STAR STANDING ON A STAGE IN SPACE WITH BRIGHT LIGHTS FROM THE PHOTON CHARGE SICK OF HOLDIN ON SO HE JUST LET IT GO LIFE WAS FROZEN AND HE GOT SICK OF THE ENDLESS DRONE CAUSE FROM A YOUNG AGE HE ALWAYS FELT STEPS AHEAD OF MOST EVERYBODY'S DIFFERENT BUT HE JUST GETS EM FROM HEAD TO TOE BUT WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE HE SAID TO HIMSELF, PREPARED IT SLOW HE'S MAKIN POISON BUT HE'S POISIN FOR A MIRACLE MUSIC USED TO DO IT HE COULD USE IT AS HIS METHADONE EVENTUALLY HE SAID "FUCK IT, DEATH'LL DO IT BETTER THOUGH" KNOCKED THE SHOT BACK AND IT LEFT HIM COLD AS AN ESKIMO HE ENDED UP A GHOST BECAUSE THE DEVIL TRIED TO SEND HIM HOME HOPPED BACK IN HIS BODY, HE DIDN'T WANT IT HE JUST SETTLED FOR IT EVEN DEATH CAN'T KEEP HIM FROM DYING, HE'S TOO READY FOR IT HE HAD SOME FRIENDS BUT THEN HE PUSHED EM AWAY CAUSE WHEN PEOPLE GET TOO CLOSE THAT LEAVES HIM OPEN TO PAIN AND LEAVES IT OPEN TO THEM, AND HE WON'T HURT EM AGAIN SO HE CLOSES ALL THE DOORS AND HE JUST LOCKS HIMSELF IN THEN HE'D LAY IN BED FOR DAYS JUST TRYNA FIGURE OUT WHAT WAS IMPORTANT MAYBE IT'S NOTHIN, MAYBE NO ONE CARES AND WE ALL JUST IGNORE IT HE SPENT YEARS TRYNA CONVINCE HIMSELF HE'S HUMAN AND NORMAL NOT A MONSTER, HE'S A PERSON, WITH REAL FEELINGS & EMOTIONS AND HE'S FINISHED WITH BEING SICK, QUIT PRETENDING THAT HE'S INVINCIBLE REMINDS HIMSELF HE'S REAL WHEN HE TURNS SOME THE PAIN PHYSICAL SOMETIMES HE NEEDS TO FEEL SOMETHING TANGIBLE, HE AIN'T SPIRITUAL DON'T BELIEVE IN HELL OR HEAVEN CAUSE IT'S ALL SPHERICAL UGLY DUMB & FAT BUT ENOUGH OF THAT THIS THE RESULTS OF GIVIN LOVE AND GETTIN NOTHIN BACK THIS IS THE FALL OF SOMEONE LOST, HE QUIT WHILE RUNNIN BACK PRETENDED HE WAS STRONG BUT ONCE THE PRESSURE WAS ON HE CRACKED SO MID-PIVOT HE STOPPED THE TURN AROUND AND HE JUST JUMPED THE TRACK THIS IS SOMETHING WACK THIS IS JUST SOME RAP THEY'RE ONLY WORDS, THEY ONLY MEAN AS MUCH AS ALL THE CASH BUT THIS IS ALL HE HAD

6 IN THE MORNING ON MY THIRD SHOT OF VODKA CALL THAT THE EYE-OPENER, I'M TRYNA ALIGN MY CHAKRAS THREE EYES LIKE TIEN OR KURT ANGLE ON TOP OF THE TURNBUCKLE BURN SOMETHIN, MOONSAULT GOT EM DONE SUPERSONIC WHEN HE'S ON THE RUN GOTTA GO FAST, NOVA BLAST BOY WE ON THE SUN PROPER FLOWED RAPS HOT MAGMA WHEN I'M TALKIN TOUGH HOP OFF THE BEAT LIKE "AIGHT YALL CHALK IT UP" DONE MUST SUCK TO GOTTA SUCK GOT SICK OF THAT, & SWITCHED MY STYLE FROM BOTTOM UP BOTTOMS UP, FUCKER IF YOU WITH US PUT A BOTTLE UP ROCK WITH US, WE THE HIP-HOP NOSTRADAMUSES YALL AIN'T ONTO US, YALL JUST KNOW OUR PROPHECIES IT'S SOCRATES, THE FUCK YALL KNOW ABOUT EPISTEMOLOGY? PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE PURSUIT OF DOLLARS PURSUIT OF PROPERTY I'LL PROBABLY END UP DEAD BEFORE I GOT ALL THREE YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN THERE'S A LESSON TO LEARN IT'S THE CURSE THE SHOW WILL ALWAYS GO ON, NO MATTER HOW BAD IT HURTS SO YOU SCRAMBLE FOR WORDS HOPE FOR FIRST, BUT YOU COULD SETTLE FOR THIRD MY WHOLE GIMMICK'S NO LIMITS GO IN FOR 4 MINUTES OVER DOPE INSTRUMENTALS TIL I'M HOARSE WITH MY THROAT ITCHIN HOW THEY EXPECT US TO GROW IN A BROKE SYSTEM? SLAP YOUR FACE JUST TO PAT ON YOUR SHOULDER LIKE "GO GET EM!!!" SO WE SAY YES TO THE DRUGS AND WE DON'T QUIT EM CAUSE THE DIFFERENCE IS BIG ENOUGH THAT IT FEELS WORTH THE RISKS THE ILLUSION OF FREEDOM KEEPS SEEMIN INCREASINGLY DISTANT ALL THIS BOOZE AND THIS WEED IN THE AIR SHIT, I NEED A MINUTE AIGHT CLOSE ENOUGH, I'M FINISHED I ONLY PLAY THE GAME IF I BEEN GUARANTEED TO WIN IT I ONLY HATE THE DAYS WHERE I CAN REALLY FEEL THE DISTANCE ME AND MY BRAIN AIN'T REALLY SPEAKIN THESE DAYS SINCE THE INCIDENT MAD SCIENTIEST, DUMB SMILIN SIMPLETON RUN WILD ONE TIME AND EVERYBODY THINKS YOU'RE BIG SINK OR SWIM BUT I AIN'T BIG ENOUGH, THIS MY FITNESS WHOLE FUCKIN TRILOGY'S ME WITH MY WRIST LIFTED PINK LACES ON MY THREE YEAR OLD SNEAKERS I'M A SPEAKER FOR THE PEOPLE THAT FEEL LIKE THEY'RE BARELY PEOPLE THE PEOPLE THAT DON'T FEEL EQUAL TIL AFTER CHIEFIN THE REEFER OBNOXIOUS BANANA STICKER GOT SLAPPED ON THE MONA LISA THREE MONTHS SINCE WE LAST SPOKE AS I'M WRITIN THIS DON'T MEAN TO BRING YOU UP BUT I'M DRUNK AND YOU'RE ON MY MIND AGAIN EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT YOU MAKES ME WANNA TRY AGAIN LIFE'S A SERIES OF REPETITIONS AND SILENCES AND EVERYTHING BETWEEN IS JUST SOME STUPID BULLSHIT TIME YOU SPENT BUT MAYBE THE THINGS THAT MAKE US REALLY FALL BETWEEN THE LINES WE SET THEY SAY IT'S NOT ABOUT WHERE YOU'RE GOIN, BUT HOW YOU GET THERE I JUST HOPE THAT YOU NOTICE HOW MUCH I REALLY CARED BUT ALSO I DON'T EVER WANT YOU TO HEAR THIS, IT ISN'T FAIR I AIN'T SHIT, YOU AIN'T SHIT, WE BOTH AIN'T SHIT WE BELONG TOGETHER YOU SEE MY INDENTS, YOU FIT THERE BUT I DON'T WANNA WRITE ANOTHER SONG ABOUT YOU ALL IT AMOUNTS TO IS HOPING I LEFT YOU BETTER THAN HOW I FOUND YOU IT HAD TO GO WRONG, IT WAS BOUND TO I'M DONE TALKING ABOUT YOU I NEED TO GET IT TOGETHER BUT I WON'T, I'M THE WORST I KEEP EM SEPARATED LIKE THE OFFSPRING ON THE THIRD EVERYTHING'S A TRILOGY INCLUDING ME AND HER THE THIRD TIME SHE LEFT ME WAS THE THIRD TIME IT HURT THREE THINGS I CARE ABOUT, YOU WERE EITHER SECOND OR FIRST THIRD VERSE AND I'M TALKIN LIKE YOU AIN'T GONE FAR REGARDLESS, MY HOPE IS GONE I GUESS THIRD TIME'S THE CHARM BUT WHATEVER, FUCK IT I STILL FEEL IT IN MY HEART AT THIS POINT I'VE STOPPED TRYING, I'M JUST WRITING FOR THE ART EVERYTHING IS WORSE WHEN YOU'RE SMART I WROTE THIS ONE TWO THIRDS IN THE DIRT I'M SORRY TO ANYONE THAT I'VE HURT, THAT'S MY WORD THIRD

THERE'S ME RIGHT THERE IN THE BACKGROUND BY THE GRAVE I'M THE MAN WITH HIS HAT DOWN ALL BLACK, THICK TRENCHCOAT WITH A SCARF ON THE MOUTH SUNGLASSES LIKE I BROUGHT A MASK OUT STARING DOWN AT THE TOMBSTONE I ASKED HOW WIND BLOWS AND THE CAMERA PANS ROUND RIP JOEY Z ENGRAVED ON THE FACE OF THE GRAVE SO EVERYBODY DANCE NOW I NEVER REALLY LEARNED MUCH OF SHIT STANDING WITH MY HANDS IN MY POCKETS LIKE HOW'D IT COME TO THIS? ACTIN LIKE I DON'T KNOW MY PROBLEMS OR WHAT THE FUCK I DID LOST THE LOVE IN LIFE AND NOW I THINK I GOT TOO MUCH TO GIVE BUT FUCK THAT SHIT GOT SICK OF LIVIN & I DECIDED I WAS DONE WITH IT JOEY Z IS DEAD MOTHERFUCKERS AND YALL CAN SUCK MY DICK NO FUCK TO GIVE CAME A LONG WAY FROM LABCOATS & BASEMENTS NOW I'M ASS NAKED & I AIN'T PLAYIN SHIT AND I'M OKAY WITH IT GOT A LOT TO SAY, BUT I AIN'T SAYIN IT OR MAYBE I'VE SAID IT ALL AND THESE DAYS I'M FAKIN IT EITHER WAY, I'MA GET WHAT I CAME FOR, I'M TAKIN IT AIN'T NOTHIN BETTER THAN GETTIN BETTER YOUR TIME IS SWEETER WHEN YOU REMEMBER THE REASONS THAT YOU SHOULD BE GIVING EFFORT EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE YOUR FUCKIN FRIEND WHENEVER YOU'RE UP BUT WHEN YOU'RE DOWN THEN SUDDENLY NO ONE GIVES A SHIT NEXT TO NOTHING FUCKERS JUST LOVE TO SEE YOU GET YOUR ENDS BUT IN THE END THEY WANNA SEE YOU DEAD & GET A PIECE OF IT