More To Come After These Messages Atmosphere

(Intro)
Oh you like my poetry? word?
Im writing a book you should pick that shit up
Guess what its about? yeah right that's exactly what its about

(Verse 1)
They want me to be a spoken wordist but the stage still makes me nervous
Perched from the top self help hip hop and the sign says not serving
Its clear that we don't care we steer from here to there
The fear I bet keeps me upset inadequate he had to quit
The last to know Im glad you grow out of battle mode so gradual
My catapult went bad and broke the antidote was to grab my throat
Time to meet your maker myself didn't mean to take it so far
Deep into the lake of my hell
Don't even know where the fuck you are
Pick up your compass and your map
Bag up the lunches and the crack
Quick hide the crutches in the back cause they don't need to know where fuck my heads really at
This drink ain't my problem its my solution
These woman ain't nuts Im not abusive
Bare foot i walk across the bridge of music
With a short shirt sleeve full of illusion

(Chorus)
THERES MORE TO COME AFTER THESE MESSAGES SCREAMING AT THE SUN TRYING TO IMPRESS THE BITCH
LIFES A PARTY AND I ROCK THE LAMP SHADE AND I'LL KEEP LAUGHING FOR AS LONG AS THE BAND PLAYS
THERES MORE TO COME AFTER THESE MESSAGES SCREAMING AT THE SUN TRYING TO IMPRESS THE BITCH
LIFES A PARTY AND I ROCK THE LAMP SHADE AND I'LL KEEP LAUGHING FOR AS LONG AS THE BAND PLAYS