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I come from a broken home/I feel like I wield a/broken dome/

I piss and moan/craving/things/I've never known/

Like caring parents/who love/and cherish/

Their kids/no care it's/like/I'm gold with no karats/

Just a hunk of meat/led by emotions/they trouble me/

Depression/anxiety, hopein/I dont come to be/a stingerless bumble B/

At least before my time/so I rhyme/to ease my mind/to organize/

My morbid life/But I can't my eyes/won't focus/I fall blind to the prize/

If I say I'm good/I lie/because the point between/tranquil and helter skelter/is such a fine line/

The good life/I can't define/on one hand I spit fine lines/

So what'll happen if/I/age my like skills like fine wine/

until they're fine/enough/for your mind/to dine/

The other hand is that/I'm/ fucked/stuck/ive got no clairvoyance/

And boy it's/tough/to float down the rapids/when your not buoyant/

Damn right I don't float/I'm broke/like a boat/

That Drove into a moat/was shall-ow/but still swall-owed/me whole/

The toll/took its toll/now I'm too encumbered to pull/

Myself from my own/homegrown/broke-n-stoned/hole/