I begin my scheming this evening,
With my nightly joint to satisfy my tobacco demon.


Giving these bars a lift like I was working out raising it,
Dazed and lit, fine rolling mind riding up the spine,



Like the face was split in the mirror, evil erasing good in every bit.


The days get clear as the road gets foggy,
Potholes and mud, the blood gets boggy.



It's this I study, stumbled on the key,
Immortality in my grasp, morality but never share how many.



Disaster looms, so I guess I'll chant, pass the pasta,
Mind noodles coming out of my head like a Rasta.

Amber sits like if the drama fits,
Heard in the bed, no llama mitts.
Just dance around the drama shit!


"Battling shadows, the candle flickers slow,
The darkness whispers secrets only I know.
Fighting off my vices, I’m the maestro of mistakes,
But I orchestrate the chaos, keep control of the stakes.

They say it’s just fate, but I’m not buying the story,
I've seen too many rise and fall, chasing faded glory.
I've been the villain, the hero, sometimes the ghost,
But I keep pushing forward, I’m doing the most.

The road’s winding, but I’m never losing my traction,
Even when the world’s out for blood, ready for action.
Catching my breath like I’m running from the reaper,
These words cut deep, but my thoughts dive deeper.

I wear my scars like a crown, no time for disgrace,
'Cause I’ve danced with my demons and stared them in the face.
So pass me the mic, let the energy surge,
I’m channeling the chaos, 'bout to let the verse purge.