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Fighting tears fighting fears fighting wars fucking whores who would say hold up soon as they see me leaving out the door thinking how much of a bore i can be my life's stupid it's influenced by me trying to settle the score im fluent in speaking sure im knew it but do it poor i got all the love in the world but ungrateful im needing more been taught humiliaty at the top of it's peek shit's sweet excuse me shit's squeak it's hot sweat more from the humidity of situations im holding on by a thread dodge the swivel or it's ya head heart beating pleading no take me instead don't let this be the reason my grandmother is dead if i could just cancel the cancer or slow down the rate it spread i would take the time to show her what's going inside my head i was complaining to my boss saying i needed more time with her she's my last biological grandparent lord see the way for this last one to be in a hospital or transparent i want her to be alive to be in my future plans dammit taking her away from me is to take away a planet it hurts i think about it in each one of my verses if i could sharpen penmanship with wavy lines i would've just brushed up on my cursive cause it hurts you to have one piece in your life that you feel universal you forget to tell her the things that you persue rewind that reversed you take that to your grave it'll hearse you life aint no rehearsal in the end you fight against yourself you verse you and the moves you get hit with there's no reversal if i could ill work hard to purchase more time i wish i could find time within my head to find more rhymes but i can't