Get Away RMX K.A.A.N.

(Ey ya)
(Lord)

[Verse 1: K.A.A.N.]
Lately I been medicating all my pain
I took a hand full of some pills
And I will never be the same
Feeling a estranged from this reality
I prepare for the after life
I wrote a metaphor in seclusion like I'm a troglodyte
You working for the finer things to find a peace of mind
I focus on the bigger picture like getting better in time
I redefine configurations, my vivid imagination
Debated irregulations, I'm definitely dedicated
Collusion within the cadence
Delusionally infatuated with the fabrication of image and my opinion is
My pen is defecating by putting pain that's a part of me inside the composition
For compilations of poetry
Exposing and disposing whatever people composing
Proponents of ignorance that they spreading
I will oppose it
Supposed to be something better but at the moment I'm nothing
Disgusting, my lack of knowledge, the consequence of procrastination
And if you want it, go and get it by yourself
Motherfucker I can tell ya that's the truth
I been living at the bottom in the bottle
Tryna deal with all my problems
Suicidal thinkin nigga what's the use
I don't have a single soul up in my life
That's ever tryna conversate
So I can speak and say the way really feel
But instead I put a filter on the pain
And I let it leak on to the page
The last thought inside my mind
Is "How do I get paid?"
Lord!
Blowin' yo mind and
Murderin' a line and
Takin' my time (Agh)
A reason to find
The flow is sublime
We giving you every thing
You ever wanted, or felt that you really needed
I see my future is dark I'm embarking to find my sanity
I sit in isolation, I'm idle with no emotion
I'm hoping by being positive
I leave my destitution before the day that I'm posthumous and put inside the casket
And buried a couple of feet to when at the eulogy they tell you that everything wasn't sweet
I'm terrified that I'll die as man that's mentally weak