I can't breathe from underneath All this weight atop of me And with every step I take Fractures slowly turn to breaks I'm on a match-lit mission through a path of gas I'm like elastic getting stretched past the max so when I snap it's coming back lashing fast Call it my last ditch effort 'cause I'm apt to crash And in the aftermath and the ashes we can add this one to a rash of past hits In fact it's a pattern that I've had since I practically asphyxiated when the first attack hit Like a mime trapped in glass it's an invisible prison so you just keep on laughing But I'm gasping for help, can't seem to ask it So you assume the silence is a part of the act But actually I'm past trying to wrap this madness in a rational package but the fact is the blackness Hangs over me every night, ready to latch its fucking hooks in and drain me. How's that for batshit? (chorus) I can't breathe from underneath - It's hard to draw breath, unrest in the depths of my chest with All this weight atop of me - On my chest and shoulders, my resolve at its best just smolders, - I'm folding and And with every breath I take - Coming in shallow and sharp until my vision starts - filling in dark killing my heart these fractures slowly turn to breaks - 'Til my back can't hold up, 'til I snap, crack, and fold up It's hard to stay sane my chest is full of this pain like now everything is balanced on the blade of that same knife that left me sort of mangled when I sliced my veins right open sort of hoping I could cope with that pain, right? And ain't life funny, the second you think You've got your key to happiness and all the rest will just clink right into place like it's supposed to, take a breath and you blink and the death of you is back to take the rest of you Sink into the destitute thoughts, the mess that you thought were forgotten Pressing you softly into your coffin, knotting up your stomach tighter than a step that you missed fucking suffocating like a pillow pressed to your lips This depression is pressing my chest, compressing and lessening breaths and second by second a little less of my essence is left So these screams that I stifle at night are 'cause every night I fight for my life and it's kind of like... (chorus) I can't breathe from underneath - It's hard to draw breath, unrest in the depths of my chest with All this weight atop of me - On my chest and shoulders, my resolve at its best just smolders, - I'm folding and And with every breath I take - Coming in shallow and sharp until my vision starts - filling in dark killing my heart these fractures slowly turn to breaks - 'Til my back can't hold up, 'til I snap, crack, and fold up

Let me clear up this shit from the start I'm at my best when I spit from the heart So fuck what you say 'bout my lip and my scars You give me a rapper, I'll rip him apart Maybe bartending was calling my card Stirring shit up while I polish the bars Ironically never had trouble performing in front of you dicks that just wanna be hard So go make your hits But know that going viral doesn't make you sick If you wanna you can go ahead and hate my shit I guess when you get him rattled then a snake will hiss I never saw the point of trying to fall into parameters at all if it'd deviate the passion I never saw the point of picking everyone apart or being petty to the point of getting bothered over fashion So here's a little info: fuck you all like a nympho I've got bars and a blow to the chin flow Man I'll mar your world (Mario World) like Nintendo See how far in the world that I can go Before I take leave like when the wind blows When I tame my brain to the tempo and I frame my pain like a window I get lethal like a double shot of cyanide delivered like an uppercut delivered to your jawline With the pen I spar, right? Talk about a bar fight Going bats on a dark night, hit the callsign I'm never gonna ease up and that's clear something like a meteor rocketing through the atmosphere 'Cause every entry is fire With syllable tighter than ten-speed attire I'm (chorus) I'm unsettled and restless Got a head full of deathwish 'Bout to get up on my next shit Settle on a setlist and wreck this I guess it's just that... I'm unsettled and restless Got a head full of deathwish 'Bout to get up on my next shit Settle on a setlist and wreck this I'm just exacerbating my agitation With every crafted statement I can sense my path is changing It's sad to say but we're past the stages of rats in cages My entire bio is warfare like gaseous agents And we're a little past orange I warned you Past sane that's a theory that I formed before ya 'Cause it's all in my mind I spent too much time stressing about my faults and lines like California I live for the mic but the shit that comes with it I feel like it's nothing but stress So when I came I came with some bitterness came with some vengeance like fucking your ex Turn the words to a turn of phrase, I heard the game was a trip so I learned to play I'd write rhymes 'til the nighttime turned to day Blood, sweat, tears, I'd say that I earned my stay Got a competitive element to the way that I'm telling it telling you hell if I'mma set it aside Put my soul in the syllables that I'm selling so hell if I'm gonna stop until I'm top 5 dead or alive and You better believe I'm the truth I'm a bigger paradox (pair of Docs) than 90s boots Got a heart full of love and a head full of anger Never been social, they're calling me stranger Than them, but why pretend Man they wouldn't cross me if I died for sins Bet I'll body the whole squad I can rhyme for ten This motherfucker's been solo (Ben Solo) like Kylo Ren (chorus) I'm unsettled and restless Got a head full of deathwish 'Bout to get up on my next shit Settle on a setlist and wreck this I guess it's just that... I'm unsettled and restless Got a head full of deathwish 'Bout to get up on my next shit Settle on a setlist and wreck this

See everybody needs a team to see them through this wicked life But your right hand is more than close enough to slip a knife These bright and friendlies full of light are like florescents twisted tight Their friendly glow is artificial 'til it shatters. Hit the lights And truthfully I never learned it youthfully Allowed myself to surround myself with clowns that had a use for me And when it proved to be my turn to face the music these same fools became elusive "poof" and had no more to do with me And that's the way I built this guard up, now you're hard up to see me approach the table until I see you hold your cards up I don't need more wildcards so show me that's it's straight and flush my house is full enough without some jokers trying to shake things up And I'm so past the way we have to play this blasted game Where everyone disguises their true faces like some masquerade I'm keeping Eyes Wide, Shutting down the mystery til you're all like high school textbooks: fake as fuck excuse for history (chorus) For those left behind Past mistakes of mine Know that you have served your purpose There's no better time Break and sever ties Cut the weight so I can surface So consider this an open letter warning that I'm cold as ever 'cause when I get into hot water my circle shrinks like cotton-woven sweaters And those that know me better know I'd never go and leave anybody I know out in the cold without more than sufficient reason So I guess it's open season and everybody's hunting something I know If it's one for the road or the bucks and the dough I'm just trying to get my ducks in a row And it sucks that I know the people claiming we're as thick as thickness is When shit gets wicked then these bitches disappear like witnesses The gist is this: my friends aren't friends if fun's their only purpose When the drinks are flowing it's easy to think it's going great and perfect Until that party's over, turn it down like hotel service Act is over, people stop responding to their lines it's curtains So there's less than 10 I'd count as friends and I fully trust like 5 of those And there's only 3 or 4 that I'll have around me when my eyes are closed Now I'm getting cross in lines because you're crossin' lines I wrote in sand when this relationship set sail before you rocked the boat (chorus) For those left behind Past mistakes of mine Know that you have served your purpose There's no better time Break and sever ties Cut the weight so I can surface (bridge) I had this dream where all of you surrounded me The smirks upon your faces still so vivid it astounded me After all I've conquered should have known you'd still look down on me Or maybe you're recalling fondly all that you've drained out of me But that snarl gave me life the one that once was drowning me In my dream it sparked a thought that seemed somewhat profound to me If I had a door that led back to before you turned around on me and I had 10 seconds to make that choice I'd fucking burn it down in three (chorus) For those left behind Past mistakes of mine Know that you have served your purpose There's no better time Break and sever ties Cut the weight so I can surface

Fuck modesty, I’ll turn battle rappers to rattled rappers and kill 'em on tracks like cattle catchers, matter fact it’s like these vinyl scratches are signifying the final chapter When I snap back like a spinal fracture or chiropractor It's kinda backwards I use this gift of mine To go tearing through the rappers like its Christmas time So if you're present get ready to get rattled around a bit ‘cause I'm the type to shake it up pondering all the sounds of it I'm a slave to the patterned tones Pulls something from my caves and catacombs It's hot rage in shockwaves to shatter bones when I get live like dropped ‘nades in battle zones All your bullet talk seems like a hollow point I’mma make you draw a blank, watch me The way that all these punches are flying over your head I swear I'm bout to call this shit drunk boxing I’ll be mixing art rhymes with hard times Times the spark the heart finds in dark minds A far cry from marked, signed and chart climbed A light in darkness signaling that it's bar time I'm quick wit for slit wrist Misfits with lit wicks and nic’ fits Flip the switch get lit quick as Bics, shit Battering the mix like a whisk through bisquick I guess I'm something like a head case My legs ache from carrying all the dead weight But I can't pay the steep tolls the meds take ’til my neck breaks Im battling through the dead space At my core I'm half-bored with rap form Packed with more half formed crap than app stores But that scorn is actually what I'm back for Bringing back the repartee to call it rapport But the attitude that half of you have to music has got a dude thinking that he's a zero ’til he's got a few added to his statement, but the statement I'm making is that the balance I'm after isn't the one you give the power to Am I hopeless cuz I focus on rhymes spoken in time instead of promoting dope, toting a nine I'm opening minds, absorb and apply and hope it aligns not joking my lines are like the guy with fucked up hair the way I'm ending the weak I’m the M to the C they're pretending to be You can see the way they tremble when I enter the ring They fucked around and left a carnivore to tend to the sheep So when I put the pen to the sheet And start preying on you bitches like I'm bending the knee I’ll cross you off like a to do list, agenda complete If they wanna bring the beef in the pen with the beast, c’mon

I just threw away my refills, deleted all my e-mails from family without examining so I could sleep well. Been neglecting my reality to drown in inkwells. I'm standing on the ocean shore listening to seashells to guide me from this labyrinth I wove into the fabric I stress over, obsess over, but I'm missing over half of it. Am I a cataclysm waiting on a catalyst or just a hollow body helping balance out the abacus? Counting out the callouses I've earned from paving my own way and carving my own niche and digging my own grave 'cause when I'm lost there isn't one of you cold get me home; only one I follow anymore's the fucking metronome. And all that's set in stone and guaranteed is whiplash as I switch tracks from turbulent to calm and then just switch back 'cause one moment no warning I'll go from being alright to gone, off the rails like a college kid on bar night. Internal turmoil is turning me nocturnal 'cause I can't escape this maze 'til I examine every kernel of denial and anxiety, trials that have mired me ironic that I need that hail mary 'cause I'm spiraling already. Five seconds of the fourth quarter gotta make it work, going for it on the third but I need a second first. So my lines stay defensive, looking for my zen again but there's a couple things that keep me pumping that adrenaline: like wondering if I should lock my door more Half you only wanna kick it when there's shots to pour, or half the crowds that come on down to shows and say they feel it missed my hell in 2012 when I was keeping it the realest. They're all about the one line punchlines, fun times I've always been the one to take the thunder over sunshine. Would I be risking fans by saying when I started rappin' never meant to be the shit that shit just happened? Yo, let's set the record straight, I know I've gotta learn a bit but honestly I feel like when I'm on a beat I murder it. "But his lyrics aren't that versatile, to personal to turn a hit. He's to damn emotional." well shit, I've come to terms with it. And I'll never drop the stupid "Young" from my rap name. I chose it so I'd fit in now I can't ditch it for that same reason. I'm more than over following trends just keeping up these soliloquies 'til it hollows my pen. Yeah, let me draw it again: Just keeping up these soliloquies 'til it hollows my pen. Down on my luck and it's killing me like I'm callin' roulette. Don't give a fuck if you're feeling me, I'm just scrawling to vent.

These are universal notes manipulated to the strangest chords While you're in this house of mirrors trying to count your paces or Retrace your steps cuz you can't face the fact you've been this way before Taken through the darkest bit of deja vu like Jason Bourne I bring the darkness with me every time I rip the beat Maybe that's the reason that the spotlight never sticks to me Don't know if I'm heaven-sent and going down in history or going down in present tense from all these demons grips on me Grabbing at my wrists and knees, wishing we could end this war It's like nothing's love so love means nothing like a tennis court And it's my job to keep a handle on the racket And just keep swinging like a candle in the bracket ’til my fire is a fixture I’m adding to the mixture The words that I concoct are all that act as an elixir That take the voices in my head and dull them to a whisper With every brush with death I'll paint the pictures But Between the darker undertones and all the shades of all my days It's hard for me to draw the lines in ways that form familiar shapes It's all kaleidoscopes desires hope and folly like deciphering the wits of Dali times some hits of Mali the bits are falling like ashes from the peaks of Ecuador turning things to grey and doom to compliment the metaphor I’m trying to find a balance between who I used to be And future me, cuz both have proven useful, I mean truthfully By the moon I'm introspective, in the sun I'm hopeful now neither can compare, to that rarity when both come out the time of the eclipse is one that speaks a lot to me When we see the beauty in the darkness and the oddity Whatever's wrong with me is still hanging right there Always over my shoulder dangling the night terrors My own mind can do me dirtier than mud wrestles Bawl (ball) so hard I burst a motherfucking blood vessel

I've severed several unsavory ties seeking a simpler way to be, I've seen all the sorrow displayed in these eyes; same as the shade of the grey in these skies Seen the strain in the gait of the wise, feeling a pain like a blade in each side. Whatever that saying, "no pain or no gain" is so plain in the way I create a design. 'Til the day that the pain inside came alive the same day the bravery died I was just trying to vent out the flames in my lungs, One scream away from insane asylums. We sung songs of the war we waged to the snare drum roll of that pouring rain and that set of chords resurrects the storm 'til these metaphors taste like petrichor (chorus) A pattern so perfect you could dance to the sound The rhythm of falling all the way to the ground You kept moving down you could have just turned around instead If silence is golden then I'm fucking worthless. All of my words tend to climb to the surface, vines from the earth so silent in purpose 'til they burst through so violent and urgent. It's like the blinds and the curtains were sewn tight, losing my mind in the tricks of the low light. It brings something alive in my bones like half of these lines I feel that I don't write. They're just words that I'm rattling to fill a set. I'm just recounting all the shadows and the silhouettes. It's like a drug and I'm battling the real effects, getting apathetic and I haven't had a bit of rest. 'Cause every time that I close my eyes and I try inside of my hectic core this set of chords resurrects the storm 'til these metaphors taste like petrichor. (chorus) A pattern so perfect you could dance to the sound The rhythm of falling all the way to the ground You kept moving down you could have just turned around instead I had a vision of a cataclysm and a padded prison shattered prism scattering shadows over a canvas. Thought I ought to follow along swallowed a bottle of volatile 'til I started scrawling all over my handprints Unsigned, confined, blunt, violent mind. Punchline-drunk times punk, never tongue-tied One time for the young minds on the front lines stuck at 9-to-5s writing rhymes on their lunchtimes. Comfortable under the thunder, numb skies in the aftermath of the laughs and fun times. 'Til the light on the horizon dies, a child of this rap shit, watch the son (sun) rise. But when it comes to the summer sunshine sometimes I just feel less is more so that set of chords resurrects the storm 'til these metaphors taste like petrichor (chorus) A pattern so perfect you could dance to the sound The rhythm of falling all the way to the ground You kept moving down you could have just turned around instead A pattern so perfect you could dance to the sound The rhythm of falling all the way to the ground You kept moving down you could have just turned around instead