The Center Of Solace

And if it's like that the whole time
If it's like that the whole time, we'll be alright
I stayed up all night, but it's alright
And if it's like that the whole time, we'll be alright
I stayed up all night, but it's alright
And I done stayed up the whole night, but it's alright

It's me and my nibblin' conscience
Nigga, I'm fixin' to give up
I been alone for the longest
It's trouble the way that we joggin'
Nothin' gon' save us or stop us
Me and my nibblin' conscience
Nigga, I'm fixin' to give up
I been alone for the longest

It's just me and my thoughts wit'
Nobody
I'm trapped in The Matrix, baskin' in fakeness; need to chat with some agents
Over wine glasses and steak and grasp an arrangement
I only cypher 'cause I want a way out
But I won't happen to make it
Blasted by a tank; it's war here
And I'm not the one
The forgotten son, so a dark night
I'm Bruce Wayne
Black sheep of the White family
Papa-abandoned
He wasn't there for me
Carelessly parenting, apparently
Man, it's deep
Sanity ran and flee like dog, shit is buggin' me
Ugly, so I hide my face
And hide away where my momma stay
I pray I die today
She wann' kick me out
I wann' find a place
But no means, so I just hibernate
Pack the bags under my eyes; I'm trippin'
Said goodbye to visions
I'm tired of this shit

Goonie bought a new whip
I ain't jealous of his car, but I envy his drive
I'm feelin' heavy inside
I'm unproductive, deterioratin', goin' stir-crazy
Some reluctance, fear, and impatience
First Lady is missin'
Way in the distance
Probably taken; a Mrs
Or datin' a nigga
Heart vacant; she's smitten
See her face in them pictures
Fuck it, though
And fuck a hoe, if I can't fuck a hoe
Fuckin' hoe
I'm feelin' depressed
I'm feelin' the stress
I'm feelin' the weight
I'm feelin' regret
But it's back to the music
Though there's times when I wanna turn my back to the music
'Cause it's hassle to do it
I get passed and pursue it and stay focused
Even when you think no one see you, some take notice
Self-conscious
Physical and mental health problems
Bloggin', from the center of solace

It's me and my nibbling conscience