Vacant tho present,
Memories pre sent with them antidepressants,
With the sirens rung they still end up to show their presence,
Finger flung up at this worlds essence.
shit should not be present
Ya forget the lifts, I need ta feel uplifted yet when it comes down to my ego
I cant put together the piece yo,
Blame my speed...no
It just feels like this gift aint got rappin to it,
Yet it still manages to disguises itself as a mofo present,
Forget the insentive,
Forget me apologizing for ingnorin u based on my senses
We cant reach a consensus,
Tho rem though there's always two sides of a mirroring relection......