The greatest writer, I ain't telling stories Lemme pause for your ovation With one pen, could ruin characters like defamation The first person, to change his narrative then turn the page The next chapter; you gon' see the sadness turn to rage Earned my wage, not burning sage, my demons a little stronger Currently been treading water, can wade here a little longer Selective with what people see, y'all get a drop in the ocean Won't tell me "cry me a river" at my emotion That's unhealthy? Shiitt that's the tip of the iceberg Conceal a sinking feeling thru facade via nice words My price surged, I purge, the urge to care Shit is life, no more games, I feel what I state's fair On the grounds, I could walk my last steps at a moment's notice Or plagued, in a daze, while I'm phased, by the locust Keep thinking, how I'd change the past, if given one shot But a voice, is pleading "son, stop" As these highs, become the lows I can't, take this, any more I just know, I wanna go Back Home As these highs, become the lows I can't, take this, any more I just know, I wanna go Back Home At an end of my wit Its grip's lost, bitch lost My aura got a tint cause this shits off I'm stuck to some comfort that ain't match what we all thought And I'm stuck to my mattress with no blinds drawn Am I supposed to, move through some hopeful Move with a movement that could mimic what a ghost do Cut off all the digits of the prison in the phone booth Cut off all my niggas for some pussy and some cold truths Take me home