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What hit the closest was the post about neurosis
Obsessive mental illness that can interrupt your focus
Chronophobia

I'm from a place you either get ahead or get forgotten
A town Where hearts are black souls are cold and teeth are rotten
A bunch of wannabes fronting like they started something
But take look around precisely what they have is nothing

Weed smokers, stock brokers and crack addicts
Skeletons beneath the floorboards and in the attics
Man I know that y'all ain't rap fanatics
A Bunch of psychopathic fakers your behaviors really hippocratic

Yo
So psychological
And now I'm feeling like the prodigal
the murmur in my chest that I was born with in the hospital
The moment that it healed without a scratch
I knew that I was blessed I wasn't bound for heaven yet

I ran away from home a couple times
but found my way back
Been digging in the past Spitting real facts from way back
Don't wanna live within the past
But this songs about reflecting on these moments I've gotta Make em last

Like the second hand stopped
The minute hand stopped
The hour hand static on my chronograph I copped
so I could get a better grasp upon my time as I live on
The beats within this heart are like the beats within a song

This a 80 beats per minute that's my drug of choice
Besides the whiskey women and cigars I smoked to change my rapping voice
Cuz truth be told When I first started didn't make a noise
The voice I spit with sounded like a little boy

But now I've grown into a man and that means that
I should get my shit together Better formulate a plan
Better lay these lyrics down so I can sell my art to fans
Does that mean that I'm a sell out I hope you understand

Why I had to take the step from spitting verses for the shit of it
Up to spitting verses just to climb out of this pit I'm in
From working day and night For a boss who treats me wrong
And rapping through the night until I see the break of dawn

If I could only make a mil I could maybe pay these bills
or I could sell a couple pills so I could find myself a meal
Will I make a record deal? Will that solve all of my issues?
Or will it turn my art into a weapon they can miss use?

I feel a struggle in my soul
This music is the piece of me that makes my body whole
And I should shy away from giving in so I can make a little currency
This is just a picture of my situation currently

Coffee turned my stomach black
Whiskey turned my liver brown
I used to hate the sound of rap
until I found the underground

And it's ironic that I found a home and family
In something named for vacant space I waste my time and energy
Trying not to occupy, Listen to my battle cry
A legend in the game like I'm 97 Golden Eye

I found a calling in my life I found my purpose
I hope when I look back in time All of this was worth it
If I'm afflicted with a case of chronophobia
I'm gonna leave a legacy Like Earl from magnolia

I used to fear that I would never find myself a home
Back before I came into my own
I spent a quarter of my life putting lyrics on this paper
Biding all my time before I go to meet my maker
They told me Jonny if you make your bed you lie in it
I lay awake at night and pray to God that I Won't die in it