D.T.A (Or: Lessons In Adapting To A Terrible Reality) 4ria

Breathe in, breathe out 
On the surface, I’m kinda quiet 
But losing my mind, deep down
On the beat feeling defeated
Peep the bleak sound 
Watch it creep as they weep 
Thoughts at their peak sprout 
In the deep end of the season 
Take a seat down
Got the heebie-jeebies 
I’m bleeding my needs now 
On your knees now
A-town up or peace down
Put my feet down 
Peace out 
Leave out the devil in the details 
Beyond the truth 
On a bender identified as a rendezvous 
Don’t mind the few divine new loops 
That i rhyme to and blind the youth  
I’m mindful the lines are proof 
I’m suicidal and quite attuned 
To my idols who’ve tried abuse 
Lose my sight, I don’t like you dudes 
Never mind, the pursuit of some shine
I take flight and lose my damn mind 
When I light a fuse 
Bitch, I might still prove 
I’m aligned with the lightning too 
Every night, I recite the truth 
Every time, I decide to annihilate 
I’m maniacal
Whatever hides in the back of my mind  
I maintain i’m liable to convey 
My undeniable claims  
Sizable shames a stain 
On my motherfucking impulse
I remain contained in this 
By default
Try to escape my brain 
As I try to revolt 
Lies result in some pain 
I can’t fight or float on these waves 
Reliable ways to go fucking violate fakes 
Fuck it, the fire within 
Plummets desires till I acquire new sins