I feel it all piling against me like a handicapped rumble-
Treat the obstacle just like a cookie and make it crumble-
It disassemble, then i re-assemble it-
like piecing a puzzle piece, I gotta make it fit-
and if it just doesn't, then don't get stuck-
That's when i be wakin' up not givin' a f***-
excuse my language, not sorry, I'm just misunderstood-
let me rephrase my sentence, i woke up, but not so good-
in times think that, it's just a phase but keeps on happenin'-
then you begin becomin' immune 'n just start 2 smirk & grin-
Like being deserted, stuck, & lonely on an island-
besides I'm dehydrated feels like I'm fighting Poseidon-
from with-in, im sensin' the pressure is eruptin'-
I dream of me droppin' like a victim of a dumpin'-
it's crucial, so vivid, & very visual-
unusual cus i wake up when there's no more pulse at all--
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