Flowing steadily Though I trip incidentally My mental is phantom to me I center around very things That don't mean a damn thing Cause I can't see past the fantasy My hand is tremblin' As I pen down my lyrics Trynna maintain sanity Though I can't even intervene Feel like the being Within this entity Is just not on my team So adversely I look externally For validation that could come to me That's the dream seemingly But when I go to sleep My soul remains unfulfilled So I keep going harder at it You could say I'm stupid But really it's just an addiction Being this abusive to self And I cannot help it Some even say I'm selfish But at the core I'm just malfunctioning It's a pity, a victim From my own fiend eventually Cause I can't keep up With the ever increasing tolerance That my body submits itself to the feel Without it it becomes a will Slowly withdrawing from all of society I'm in a riot with myself Can't see over the rim Cause I've become overwhelmed It's like the RAM in my body Overloaded with parasites Disorders from paranoia To schizophrenia I can't even access my own rights So I lie, never still Agitatedly on the field Trying to maintain A sense of sobriety But I fail each and every time So I bail back into the cell Mary Jane enter into my cell That's how the story begin once again With each level progressing My bloodstream demands something More vivid slash aggressive So I evolve and commit to a new fix It's a new day out there I'm sure, but I can't tell I'm fixated, less on the present More on the commandments This marauder compels me To what I cannot even do - Work Performance of mine Keeps getting worse There's a struggle To form cohesive Phrase of words On the real Thinking I'm telepathic On top of the world In my head Till somebody brings Me down With pure hate Boy you don't matter You a ****ing addict You just leeching off the people Who contribute to this community For the better I yell back in defence Man I cannot handle the truth Like Nicholson said to Tom Cruise But this is far removed From a movie, "Living in the City" Coming true, I'm Snipes brother And I get no rush, no rush - It's like slipping On a rubber to avoid abundance There's no rush Pumps of adrenaline, sure But no rush I could Get a whole lot of bust Still ain't no rush Man it's never enough The craving doesn't Ever cease to end So no rush, no rush - I could use a brush To paint it up lush Here comes no rush unless I stare at the equivalent Of a gun barrel That's the ultimate rush Man, I get no rush, no rush It's like slipping on a rubber To avoid abundance There's no rush Pumps of adrenaline, sure But no rush I could get A whole lot of bust Still ain't no rush Man it's never enough The craving doesn't Ever cease to end So no rush, no rush I could use a brush To paint it up lush Here comes no rush unless I stare at the equivalent Of a gun barrel That's the ultimate rush (Breathes in deeply)