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[intro]

_f_ck, man… again… here we go again, i can’t write. i can’t f_ckin’ write. and that ain’t writer… block or whatever they call it… it’s ma mind… ma mind is playin’ tricks on me. i can’t …_

[verse 1]

eye_eye_eye_eyesockets are crackin’
bra_brain’s like woody_woodp_ck_r
ha_hands shake in cold shakin’
i burn it with pepper _ not helpin’

humidity level ‘bove crazy
the room is yellow and smelly
it’s all foreshadows
i’m anxious

and now i’m standin’ on da pier
the silence of the fish
remember stories of thе mist?
the legends of ghost ships?

but as kids wе didn’t know ‘bout
the sh_t that they bring in
no cleanin’ can clean this
can clean me, you feel me?
i’m all fo’ realness
but suddenly everyone gotta deal with
inner demons
and mine rippin’ me
i start to think ‘bout

hirin’ real ‘exorcist’_guy
cos ghost of ma brother
keep appearing
my dreams are
replaced by ’em nightmares

my eyelids
too heavy to see
what’s around me
i sleep while on street
and thats how you get punished

i stare at da sea
at horizon —
it’s haunted
it’s deep, it’s inviting
all bitness aside

[chorus]
i gotta dive
in da ocean
of night
and just write
and just write
and just write
cos i’m nothin’ but writer

i gotta leave
humane life
behind
cos a monster
is the only one
who get this sh_t
done

i gotta rhyme
in the darkness
like dante
‘bout horrors
y’all find
on da downwards
spiral

i gotta cry
fo’ da fallen
and ugly
cos language
of god
is da language
of bottom

[interlude 1]

but ma all body
aches

again on da same
rakes

can’t stop
i damaged the brakes

ma face
is a clot of pain

inter_cranial
pressure

gallbladder
ain’t cooperate

ok
its getting bit scary

cemetery
no long_term plannin’

[verse 2]

plug callin’
blowin’ up ma old nokia

i drown this walkie_talkie in water
i ain’t pickin’ ma nose outta storeroom

black curtains
keep midnight all day long

ma vision get worse
tho writin’ million bars

so its all fo’ great purpose
i hear the knockin’ on ma door
who the f_ck is?! —
its homie, he wanna talk

but i act like no one’s home
i can’t get back to that “normal”
tomorrow on da corner
these money short cos ‘ey short_term

i gotta get in mindset of loner
get locked in the davy jones locker
every morning, around 3:40
i smell the rotten soils

these waters boiling
and then it’s snowing
this still ain’t working
i’m tortured by ocean…
the ocean

[chorus]

i gotta dive
in da ocean
of night
and just write
and just write
and just write
cos i’m nothin’ but writer

i gotta leave
humane life
behind
cos a monster
is the only one
who get this sh_t
done

i gotta rhyme
in the darkness
like dante
‘bout horrors
y’all find
on da downwards
spiral

i gotta cry
fo’ da fallen
and ugly
cos language
of god
is da language
of bottom

[interlude 2]

old typewriter
old school — funny whitey
c_o_a_i_n_e —
go find ‘em

thoughts — suiciders, homiciders
metastasizing
thousands bars — all dyin’
and i still said nothin’

[verse 3]

throw my ass in old ass nissan
i count like million pines
i made up million lies
committed crimes against christ

my mind is too late to fight
i’m at the foot of the mountain
i’m at the foot of the mountain?!
…

- worson

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