I don't get it
I don't know

What do you do when you don't feel like writing anymore?

Keep writing?

I’d like to announce my 2020 bid
To raise some money and be president
Of this crazy place where every resident
Is potentially a murder specialist
I been hiding down in the dumps now
Circling round on my axis
There’s a Madman with a pump loud
All of these shooters are active
I feel fucked up watching murder vids
Feeling like i’m on the crime scene
It’s a nut punch some disturbing shit
When they put it all up on they live streams
I know what’s what and superlative
When it come down to doing the right thing
But I must thump on the tourniquet
If I’m suppose to be slaying the night king imp
I been locked up in the studio let me show you sacrifices
Not to say I ain’t been having no fun now that would be divisive
All of y’all have been so outraged cuz the mode is so crisis
But nobody wanna do nothing
But bitch and moan on they devices
Walking round the coliseum watch as they all parting for Caesar
Giving other rappers loans to go and be great at they leisure
I guess you can say we’re like good will go head get you a t-shirt
I feel like Heath Ledger on Ledgers
I’m constantly tethered to Schemers
Sometimes It feels like it’s a nightmare but where are the dreamers
Apparently not around here we been no dozing hoping to see ya
Evicting the vision like it was arisen but it had no visa
I just want what’s rightfully mine plus interest for all of my genius
Lemme relax pour me a shot just for paying the tax
Score me a minute to pray on the facts
I’m ape on the track but they don’t know that
I’m flying above ya like Alien flaps on alien crafts
That’s made to go fast
I don’t know how basic to lay out the path but
Look here I made a dedication for the medicated
To be dedicated to the drops
I can not let em break it or investigate it
I’m a menace hate it if you want
They got a medic waiting if you if let it bake em
You should probably bail up out the swamp
I’m just here meditating trying to get the patience
To be extra flagrant with the stomp
Got a few weeks before we hit the road
Trying to find that magic number
With Tech N9ne for like 50 shows
It’s gon’ be another manic summer
On a bus kicking nifty flows
Ain’t no meal could ever stop the hunger
So strap in for the here he goes
Everybody bout to get the run up
Everybody bout to feel the swell
Everybody bout to feel the closure
This one’s only like at week 12
The year is not even remotely over
If you loving all the heat well
Come and climb into the oaky smoker
Too Much Loss in this sweet hell
All up in the name of holy rollers yeah

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