PRESS THE SPACE BUTTON

All ur homies expect u to do well,

I’ve been deeper & deeper, therefore my dreams replaced words quite more & more often, to the point I couldn’t speak anymore

Should we check ourselves around?

Ain’t nobody really checking on ur mental health including yourself?

Or only ur physical health?

What a shame the games we play to maintain our status in The Hunger Games

& u keep turning ur personal hurdles into a rabbit & a turtle race

How’s the chase going knowing u’re the only one to race?

That playing « Super Sane » is an understatement when this kind of transformation require SPACE & STOPS

Letting everyone into ur space giving them a place to lie their burdens

Ur sanity is making me nervous, cuz u too busy serving sympathy to everyone else but ur own psyche

& now u might be less likely to save the world if u’re too busy fighting Divine timing by disguising those wounds u have,

yet instead of healing & visualizing Paradox being into your own soul

u keep looking for someone else to blame,

u keep looking for someone else to explain why Equivalent Exchange don’t apply to u,

why your peace of mind won’t reconcile with u

God complex with no God inside of u

but u want ur disciples to decipher u

how apathetic playing the victim

when ur pain is self inflicted, how passive aggressive

& now the Joker’s being afraid of the hand he’s been dealt with

How unimpressive

I declare war on ur intentions, on those excuses, I SEE YOU, they don’t sound absolute, only half true

Yes I see you’ve been using ur childhood traumas as daily mantras & have the nerve to look at Karma as if she’s doing something wrong, as if she’s the problem

All right all right…?