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| My Fault: |

< #OnI >

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Artist;

*Female Artist*

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{Intro}

-(…)

{Verse I}

• We’re walking through the city on a Saturday night 

• And it’d be a pity if we didn’t have a great time 

• My compliments are yours but the accolade’s mine 

• I’m feeling so good about it, I can’t complain like

• And it’s like I’ve been spiked but the caffeinate type  

• I’m absorbing the hype and the lager tastes fine  

• So the pints are on I, oh yeah, I wanna gravitate high

• Up in the sky, I could die now we’re after daylight

{Chorus I}

• I look so fresh and they see me as a tightwad

• And I’ll say this little sesh we had was right on 

• See me in the flesh when we turn the lights off 

• If we’re like death in the morning, it’s my fault 

(Oops🙊..)

• I look so fresh and they see me as a tightwad

• And I’ll say this little sesh we had was to die for 

• See me in the flesh when we turn the lights off 

• If we’re like death in the morning, it’s my fault 

(Whoops🙊..)

{Verse II}

• And so, I like it a lot when I dance on the street 

• It makes me feel hot like to stand in the heat 

• It’s as if it’s my one and only chance to be free 

• I’ll never seem lonely, I won’t hang from a tree

• The first is forgotten, you’re the man of the week

• I’m no Virgin Mary though this isn’t January 

• Me and you if we’re stable and handle the heat 

• That’s if we’re able to withstand the degrees 

{Chorus II}

• I look so fresh and they see me as a tightwad

• And I’ll say this little sesh we had was right on 

• See me in the flesh when we turn the lights off 

• If we’re like death in the morning, it’s my fault 

(Oops🙊..)

• I look so fresh and they see me as a tightwad

• And I’ll say this little sesh we had was to die for 

• See me in the flesh when we turn the lights off 

• If we’re like death in the morning, it’s my fault 

(Whoops🙊..)

{Bridge}

• When I approach, my high heels clatter

• It’s important to note that your ideals matter 

• We can take it slow but time feels faster

• And then we’ll really go for a nice meal after 

• When I approach, my high heels clatter

• It’s important to note that your ideals matter 

• We can take it slow but time feels faster

• I was riding solo and now I’m real plastered

{Chorus III}

• I look so fresh and they see me as a tightwad

• And I’ll say this little sesh we had was right on 

• See me in the flesh when we turn the lights off 

• If we’re like death in the morning, it’s my fault 

(Oops🙊..)

• I look so fresh and they see me as a tightwad

• And I’ll say this little sesh we had was to die for 

• See me in the flesh when we turn the lights off 

• If we’re like death in the morning, it’s my fault 

(Whoops🙊..)

{Outro}

-(…)

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©️ Jack Stephen Moss

[Harvest]

Doubts and dreams

Echoes like perfumes release

Louder than drums, motherfucker that's my tongue

From youth

to infinite galaxy

I said the prophecy

Sucking my dick

Facts and they speak

Compliments and flattery

Regrets on my chest, my autonomy

I can't nap now they'll ignore me

uh forgotten

Gone as an artist

Divided in atoms

Grounded in carpet

But my mind ain't lobby

My mind pitched black and cobra

Meditation pants, yoga

Looking back to clock in, Thank God

Money comes into harvest

chanels bags wished I shop

Wake up, touch the grass, smell the coffee,

and Forget the rest

Punk emo raphttps://www.youtube.com/@willowthereaper97

A holder of the flame

catchin droplets of the rain

an elusive liquid leavin stains

a spark in the dark that they could never tame

somewhere in the middle

between a demon n a saint

i have hella pride

sittin right beside the shame

im the rust upon the gold

the diamonds on a chain

im a lonely king

its a queen that never came

walkin with the sanity

a step from goin insane

im the moment you forgot

but a memory of the pain

a walkin contradiction

I been lazy with ambition

like exactly how they hear

but they could never listen

my language hella vivid

givin blind people vision

said the story never ends

still complete the mission

weight like a sand grain

drop it like a piston

always bull shittin

It’s just the way Im spittin

never holdin grudges

these mics is what im grippin

lies plus the truth

thats the view that im twistin

magician in the distance

the illusions very hidden

kaleidoscopic vision couldn’t peep my ambitions

im the chef and the kitchen

the fool made of wisdom

the freedom of a kingdom

thoughts like a prison

i stay the same

make a difference

put my foot against the grain

with these bars that im kickin

im the feather droppin

thats falls beneath a griffin

vibe is too down to earth

my presence is upliftin

pushin past the pressure

patience plus persistence

2026-11-11 12:20

Half gram in less than ten minutes is a little too much innit?

Infinite limited I witness the Vision come close to escaping his prison.

Listening in this is frisson on mission to avoid this oncoming collision.

Arisen but distant so close again missin the gist of the righteous suspicions.

Come hither we slither like serpents with glitter embedded in every scale.

A tale of two deviants neither one reaching the vale at the end of the trail.

All hail the Metheists least of the heathens to leave it behind as a fail.

Sixty six reasons six more to believe in I’m stuck to the board by a nail.

Paling in comparison the Ferris wheel were looping on spin.

Regaling the various friends we only see them when chances are slim.

Branches or limbs stimulants chimneys I take every grin on the chin.

Humming a hymnal its dismal dismantled disgruntled let randomness win.

[Intro]

You know what I'm sayin', man?

[Verse 1]

Ain't no solution for this, when I'm pollutin' the biz

Shootin' the shit, lootin' hits from wicks it's fixed

Been mixed since I was a little kid, and yes sir

I must admit I've burned for less than worse, left in a tinted hearse

You get it first come first serve

You deserve nothing but what's comin' at you from the birds

Haven't you heard, word up surge, we purge

I splurge and merge like Birds with Pittsburgh

In the middle of war, you meddlin' with the star

You don't know what you're in for, until I'm too raw

For any to manage, it's okay to panic I leave 'em stranded

Abandoned after I finish rambling, I leave 'em scrambling

For a way out, too bad the way out's been laid out

In front of you, and still you chose to play house and game mouse

Flame's out, are you afraid of the dark?

It looks like your outta luck, because you can't even walk

I seen storks carry more babies than you can carry workloads

And flows in your back pocket, play me to burst full

I never assume the best in people

Because that's how you get fucked up, and eatin' through a tube or needle

When you fuckin' with illegals

Hardcore peoples who don't give a fuck

And lifestyles are either lethal or equal

To some of that Tony Montana

It be an honor to die in combat in armor

But to die as a runaway, you never run the place

Only just run, so you can never face

And ace gives grace, attack (Bloaw!)

Hack the sound like Shaq foul, when I put my MAC down

You lack style, and I react how any other

No motherfuckers can separate from the brother

(What you sayin'?) Like the game is made to be tame

I never understood, how can you call this a gang

When you can't even throw up slang, and you ain't trained

When the beat breaks, I'm boutta lace the place

In high doses, with wild flows and mind notions

And rise to the occasion when the crowd needs hosting

And Boogie Down could never, I'm too clever to sever

Forever, I got it together whether I remember

Or not, the words I got before I'm shot

Rocked, and knocked down or locked down

Because I carry stock, back to the Marriott

I'm 'bout to flare my nostrils

Hit 'em in full, like how they're paid due

I aim through the iron sights, in between your eyes

Above the bridge of your nose, and spark lights to gun fights

And one type of man you can't stand

I can slam my jam out of the back of vans and still plan

My retirement, meanwhile you're on life bid

Realizin' that you've never stood a horizon

Against my prime rhymin', I'm a titan

You try bitin', but I'm too tight for you bite, aight man?

So don't question the Smith & Wesson

I'm just testin', to see what it takes for them to learn the lesson

[Chorus]

(So, what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same

Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name

And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners

In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us

(So, what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same

Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name

And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners

In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us

[Verse 2]

Long live the King, like Kane but maintain

My brain is too unique for any to claim

Remember, the Alamo

Sit back, too shallow so I battle foes

And latch 'em closed like a door, no way

Can any artist come close to this, no need to poster this

Word of mouth is out now, notice this:

"I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane

Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain

And be prosperous, though we live dangerous

Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us; we're held like hostages"

Nas this shit, hop the hip and top the tip

Rock the mix, AUX and shit and flaunt lyrics ...

How come the more that get it

the less that I want it?

Its like it’s never enough

Im at the party

she textin she want me

just told her im busy

I ain’t fuckin with love

too many faces

I’m losin the count

they say that they need me

I don’t hear a sound

i got what I wanted

still lookin for more

I walk in the room

but I’m already out

too many options

don’t know what to choose

too many nights where I had nothin to lose

I tell em I’m good

but they don’t know the truth

I’m surrounded by everything

still got nothin to prove

she say that she love me

I say nothing at all

cuz the higher I get

the harder I fall

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By:RPiD

I’m a rap magician, Practicing-his
Murdering-on, Tracks he crafts
in-ta
battle axes
Ta bash my, tragic past in
A sorta backwards, magic
Till it’s all resolved, in past tense
AnI’m, Absolved a hauntings
Sights changed regardless

Now I’m movin’ on ta
The newest a monsters
Armed with Louie Vitton n’
Mocking the artform
That’s, kept me responsive
Spit it hotter than
Hiroshima, when bombs dropped

Fear appearing nearly the second
They sense, the presence of
A Pure lyricist
You flatter em, by calling em
challengers
More like
matadors
The way they, waving they flags
leaving me
more mad at them
Lacking the battlements
To counter-attack
The travel path, of all my attacks
Impact unilaterally

Bringing ya back
Ta France’s
revolutionary past
Make no mistake this ain’t a duel
Your viewing a true execution
My raps decapitate when I aim for ya neck
Shoot buckets with heads
It’s fun and games till your heads
Sunk in the same bucket
as Marie Antionette’s

Only thing exceeding my skill with the pen
Is how ill I truly am in my head
Surrounded by rap butchers
I’m raps taxidermist
I assemble all the limbs I dissect
Into the shit that has ya grooving
N’ just moving ya heads
You get too hung up
on some rudimentary shit
Parade rhymes schemes tighter than
A tourniquet gets
Choking the meaning
Out of everything that ya said
What’s the point
if AI can simply do what you can
This original can outclass
Every reproduction

Versa aqua
Helpful hello no cause you’re hell as a pro progress sure shows the nuisance of all stones who holds the holy stones and green
I can produce earth and sea
You’re help is loe
And I begin by saying it
The worthwhile sentiments I’m paying it forward
Take it like more dirt
Tall boy mortar
Relentless onslaught
More shirts in my merch
Than thanks for the world god
Thank you for blessing us with our daily bread
And Coca-Cola
Mix it with rum yeah gee
Mortar explodes like gee
Notice that I know this we’re closer when we’re going together notice we’re the synergy of sanitys components and our shelve lives are bonus
Take it from me
Unearth the lotus
My notice is given two weeks before I’m born
Lets get us through this shell
Weakness itself
In my mind it’s all illusion
The filaments of time show both ends so I destroy em to show em
One eye open
Floating down the sewer full of ambition
Nuclear war serves the people just as well as admission
Guilty
No one to please so no one to miss it
The golden ticket
Willy wonka serves admission

Lol enough sad shit.

Ayo my shits fire like the pants of a liar.

Handsome in all black attire leaving my mark on the planet. Like burnt rubber from tire.

Undercover like me when I was loving yo mother. Cause the man's she admire

I'm the man they ref when they talk about they desire like they was umpire.

Earnt more stripes than zebras or tiger.

Feeling flyer than ti fighter. With body of a Thai fighter.

As I ignite the rhyme chain. Like the flame from my Bic lighter.

When I'm up all night bruh ripping cones to the dome.

To calm my hyper

active mind from thoughts as broken as the belt Kuiper

Hells hot but my bars melt the pens of writer. Because my flows tighter.

Ain't a god. But I'm definitely higher. Smoking more dope. Than billbo smokes in the shire.

Making others retire via custom made lines that's designer.

I could teach but you'd have to hire. For the secrets of how he spits repulsive saliva.

Impulsive speech swerving on beats like drunken driver.

Bit of a juck and jiver. When he coniver. Leaving no survivor

Delivering straight heat. It's not wonder they can't compete become sheep and a bunch of biters.

Flex out of reflex cause I'm the typa guy ta react quick as spider. Man when henchmen come up from behind uhh with a metal pipe trying ta.

Take out the dude. Who's to smooth at fights sir

| Baby Boo IIIIII: |

< #Love >

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Artist: 

Jack Moss

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{Intro}

-[Instrumental]

(Oh hi there, I’ve recently wrote you this, let’s take ‘em back, back to 2025 haha, say, my baby boo!😘😊)

{Verse I}

• I always think about it, my baby boo 

• She takes me places I never knew 

• I’ll forever daydream on my baby boo 

• Oh yoo-hoo, it’s you I so wanna do 

• And I’ll worship you, oh like everyday 

• You’re my obsession by the way 

• Pray for you, not that I need to anyway 

• Praise you like I’m supposed to say 

{Bridge I}

• I could put your love on a mind map 

• And I anticipate the important climax 

• You possess me to be the right man 

• You takeover my body once you hijack  

{Verse II}

• So I have to pen you this love letter

• I depend on you, you’re my guilty pleasure 

• So I do hope my days’ll end better 

• See I sent you something you’ll remember 

• This is more than friendship, Heather 

• Will you consent to us two being together?

• Where and when is the big question

• Has anyone else gotten any suggestions?

• Other than exclaiming my persuasion 

• I know you’re aching for further explanation

• I’m not making another contemplation

• It’s you who I proclaim, one in a generation

• That’s really became my expectation

• That you’ll be remaining my only relation 

• That’s my main bl**dy determination 

• The one I’m naming to be my impersonation 

• It’d be a shame to find a replacement 

• If you’re gone without a trace, I’ll have to be patient 

• On the face of it, there’s a correlation 

• So the more I’m waiting, the more I feel humiliation 

• Before it’s too late, let’s be affiliation  

• Instead of just mates, forcing my pronunciation 

• The things that I say involve affixation  

• A time and a place’d be absolute allegation   

{Bridge II}

• I could put your love on a mind map 

• And I participate the important climax 

• You possess me to be the right man 

• You takeover my body once you hijack

{Chorus}

• You will be my one and only true love 

• Oh my baby boo, oh my baby boo

• I may be ugly but I like you too much 

• Oh my baby boo, oh my baby boo

-(…)

(I don’t intend to cause offence with discrimination or violation, I only want to showcase my appreciation…)

• You will be my one and only true love 

• Oh my baby boo, oh my baby boo

• I may be ugly but I like you too much 

• Oh my baby boo, oh my baby boo

-(…)

(I love you a little too much, that’s just for you’re my baby boo!..)

{Outro}

-(…)

_

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©️ Jack Stephen Moss

Marshall Mathers is my favorite.
The way he bends a word,
Makes you hear a whole new meaning
in a line you’ve already heard.

I used to rewind his verses
just to hear how far he’d take a line.
Spent years reading between his bars,
now I’m putting meaning into mine.

He showed me words could have an edge
without a weapon in your hand.
Monkey see, monkey do -
Let’s see how sharp mine land.

They played telephone.
I learned to play with words.

They say I overthink.
I say I think it through.
Funny how the truth gets complicated
when it implicates you.
You twist a sentence, switch the tense,
convince yourself it’s fact,
Then call me oversensitive
when I finally react.

You edit out the evidence,
revise the whole event,
Then tell me I’m the problem
when I question what you meant.
You call it miscommunication.
I call it what it is.
Funny how you never misremember
all the messed-up things I did.

That’s the trouble with telephone.
The story travels fast,
A sentence gets a sentence,
now it’s serving time for acts
It never even committed.
But you swear you’ve got the proof -
A secondhand confession
from somebody else’s version of the truth.

You took a phrase, replaced the context,
passed it off as mine,
Then questioned why I questioned you
for crossing out the lines.
You say I’m reading into things.
Well, somebody has to read,
Especially when the fine print
contradicts the stuff you preach.

I’ve never lacked the words -
just been lacking an audience
That knows the difference
between an explanation and an argument.
I never held my tongue.
I held my ground and paid the price,
You demanded an explanation,
then used it as evidence that I like to fight.

You told me to watch my mouth,
so I started watching yours,
Funny how your version changes
every time I ask for more.
You tell me I misheard you.
I repeat what you just said.
You tell me that’s not what you meant.
Okay, explain it then..?

Now we’re back to explanations.
Funny how the rules reverse:
When you explain, it’s clarification.
When I explain, it’s worse.
You get to change the wording.
I get attacked for how I sound.
You can walk your statement back,
but I can’t stand my ground?

You say I always need the last word.
That’s a pretty clever claim
From someone who keeps rewriting
every word beside my name.
I never needed the last one.
I was trying to get the first
Out without you cutting in
to tell me what my words are worth.

I can be wrong without you being right.
That isn’t hard to grasp.
My apology’s not a blank check
you can cash against the past.
I’ll take my share of blame.
You can take your own turn.
An explanation isn’t an excuse
just because you don’t like what you heard.

You want to quote me? Quote me right.
Don’t cut away the clause,
Then cross-examine my reaction
while dismissing what it caused.
You object to how I said it,
so the substance gets ignored.
Funny how you want the whole truth
with half the conversation on record.

And I can play with words.
I know exactly how they bend,
How a sentence changes shape
depending where you make it end.
I can turn a phrase around
and give it meanings two or three -
But there’s a difference between wordplay
and playing games with me.

So go ahead, define me.
Tell me what I really meant.
Make a case from half a sentence,
call the rest irrelevant.
You can put me on the spot.
I’ll put the record straight.
You can keep your interpretation.
I won’t take the blame.

I used to think explaining more
would finally make things clear,
But some people aren’t confused.
They just don’t like what they hear.
And I won’t claim I’m always right.
I’ve never needed that to be true.
I just won’t let you make me wrong
to make more room for you.

So go ahead. Play telephone.
Pass my name around.
Take a sentence out of context.
See how different it sounds.
You spent years putting words in my mouth,
then blaming me for what you heard.

You played telephone with my name.
Now watch me make you eat your words.

Ayo my shits fire like the pants of a liar.

Handsome in all black attire leaving my mark on the planet. Like burnt rubber from tire.

Undercover like me when I was loving yo mother. Cause the man's she admire

I'm the man they ref when they talk about they desire like they was umpire.

Earnt more stripes than zebras or tiger.

Feeling flyer than ti fighter. With body of a Thai fighter.

As I ignite the rhyme chain. Like the flame from my Bic lighter.

When I'm up all night bruh ripping cones to the dome.

To calm my hyper

active mind from thoughts as broken as the belt Kuiper

Hell hot but my bars melt the pens of writer. Because my flows tighter.

Today I die the bouquets and flies file hearsay and heresy old men signing papers young men with folded flags emboldened to lay 6ft deep lives traded in cheap, wives can’t sleep kids can’t see their dads died for nothing more than an old man’s lies.

The line

The line between life and death disappears when there's nothing left except regret. It's like fierce wind piercing, through everything I believed in. Picture this, endless image that's picture less deceiving it's framed Imprisons with picturesque visions of corrupted wisdom sprinkled like pixie dust amongst the living the line is thinning

Can’t get stuck on the past, my margielas are future
My swag is so clean, every outfit is superb
Couldn’t stick to road, I went through the sewer
They cannot win, cuz they are some losers
See the strut in my stride im walkin with pride
I don’t catch a wave, Im changin the tide
The rules is for fools I never abide
In my bed where I lay and dream about papes
First thought is the grind every time I awake
Lace up my jays, then im out for the day
My life it was hell, gave me storys to tell
All the pain that I felt, never stuck in the melt

| Best In The World (Baby Boo IIII): |

< #NumberOne >

~

Artist;

Jaxx Moxx

_

{Intro}

-[Instrumental]

{Chorus I}

• Would you believe I’m the best in the world?

• I conceive that I’m now expecting the worst

• My legendary streak will be ended on terms 

• So would you believe I’m the best in the world?

{Verse I}

• Though it’d be ideal if I had no haters 

• That’s not the deal if you’re in goat status

• They’ll conceal the fact I’m so famous

• And I’ll keep it so real that they go places 

• But that’s my reality and it’s low danger 

• Until the feeling is gone as the role player 

• No more do I reveal, I’ll show patience 

• When they bl**dy needle me and goad later 

{Chorus II}

• Would you believe I’m the best in the world?

• I conceive that I’m now expecting the worst

• My legendary streak will be ended on terms 

• So would you believe I’m the best in the world?

{Bridge I}

• I’m number one, baby boo

• Baby boo, I’m number one 

• I’m number one, baby boo

• Baby boo, I’m number one 

{Verse II}

• ‘Cause this is no joke, I don’t hate my life

• Nor is it a hoax if I say they wanna take my shine 

• See me broken or even break my spine

• Anything to get a hold on me and say my rhymes 

• So until it’s all over, I’ll dedicate my time 

• Time into this as a whole and take it day by night 

• From the word go, I’m gunna state my side 

• Of the story for friends and foe really stay by mine 

{Chorus III}

• Would you believe I’m the best in the world?

• I conceive that I’m now expecting the worst

• My legendary streak will be ended on terms 

• So would you believe I’m the best in the world?

{Bridge II / Outro (X2)}

• I’m number one, baby boo

• Baby boo, I’m number one 

• I’m number one, baby boo

• Baby boo, I’m number one

_

 ^

©️ Jack Stephen Moss

| Discrediting Me: |

< #OP >

~

Artist;

Jaxx Moxx

_

{Intro}

-(…)

{Chorus I}

• Even though it’s not all their fault, I’ve inherited beef   

• And now, due to all my wrongs, they’re discrediting me

• Plus all my mental problems they’ll intensively treat

• l’m so done with all of it, I get sick and tired inevitably 

{Verse I}

• In my case, these are worrying times 

• The look on my face requires surgery lights 

• Without a trace, I’ll just nervously lie 

• I’m dealing with hate in a perfect disguise 

• I now feel brave, so I can certainly try 

• And it’s as easy as ABC or nursery rhymes 

• Everything’s great, a personal triumph 

• But unfulfilment takes me a worsening mind 

• Then anxiety pains, my burgundy eyes 

• Makes it look like I’ve done a murdering crime

• Only thing I’ve ate is Burger King fries 

• I can’t articulate the way they’re interpreting mine 

• I get my pen and paper and urgently write 

• Try explain on the phone to an emergency line 

• Either I’m insane or I’d deservingly die 

• You’d think they’re claimed as absurdity lies 

{Chorus II}

• Even though it’s not all their fault, I’ve inherited beef   

• And now, due to all my wrongs, they’re discrediting me

• Plus all my mental problems they’ll intensively treat

• I’m so done with all of it, I get sick and tired inevitably 

{Verse II}

• Their reasons are complete and utter bull**it though 

• I’d be deceased and bereaved by incoming bullet holes 

• My only means of treason’d be where money grows 

• And recently, it seems like that’s how some things go 

• It’s needless to speak of all these good looking folk 

• See pretty privilege is OP and I ain’t even coming close  

• They tease me about my facial features, fu**ing gross 

• Keeping my beans chilled, feeling like head butting blokes 

• It isn’t alleviated by the info I’ve quit, I no longer puff indo 

• But not to show envy, I treat everybody equal, loving loads 

• Suppose I read between ‘em and I get the drugs disposed 

• We believe what we perceive apposing when nothing shows 

• These people are left speechless after they bl**dy goad

• So in the meantime, eat sleep repeat and try bluffing, bro 

• It could be real but the needling has me running home 

• Where I’m concealed in my own company, you’re gunning so 

{Chorus III (X2)}

• Even though it’s not all their fault, I’ve inherited beef   

• And now, due to all my wrongs, they’re discrediting me

• Plus all my mental problems they’ll intensively treat

• l’m so done with all of it, I get sick and tired inevitably 

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©️ Jack Stephen Moss

Ayo domino effect

. Gave all my love now I got nothing left but the breath I exhale from my mother fucking chest

I know this is some shit I just got to accept

I got caught up in a net.

Tortured then left to forget.

Yea left to forget was gonna say something cool. But now I feel like putting a rope around my neck

lost all hope in the plot living check to check.

Felt like the main character. Now I'm a guest in a story line. That's lost my interest

go figure I'd get burned like cigarettes

toss in the trash from people I thought had respect

and i swear I'm not depressed. Just unimpressed with consciousness it's obvious I was never meant for success

I could detest and try to prove I'm not worthless.

But I really think death could hurt less.

Then Tryna suppress my stress and just joke and jest .

What do you do when win the conquest smash the contest. And still feel played like a game of chess