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letra de not in the wrong (written based freestyle) - afterlife dispatch

i don’t know where i’ll walk
the earth’s floor
keeps shifting underneath and
the dirt
the soil
might swallow me and absorb my soul
i’m lost the morgue knows me personally

and i know i’m not in the wrong
to feel these emotions
to feel these tears

it’s origin
stems back to pain
know you know the answer to why i smoke this potent
i’m hurt
was in a storm
now i receive the memory’s
and debris
at the fullest degree

while bumping blade901 beats
shout out he’s defying the naysayer’s
he made this one too
finna disown the negative
comments
this is astronomically incredible
this type of beat could sever soul’s
slaying em with this instrumental
with visual tracer’s
symptoms of slow wavy vibes’s
as i decay and die
i get by somewhat
even though i’m numb
stuck,stagnant in my bedroom
wanna fill my brain with led too
my head’s screwed
and my rapping is a mix of depression
and acid
but anyway
they can put their nails in my hand’s
with hammer’s
now i’m on to wood
crucify me with no reason
wonder why i can’t stand living?
i fail always apparently in the opinion
now i’m clenching
my hands in anger toward’s myself
my brain’s worse
symptom’s of needing redemption
also he need’s to cope by listening to fantasy camp
got one for sorrow
f-ck this game of life
my life card’s pulled away
till i’m non existent
i’m just a figment
of someone they vaguely remember
i hate me
my coffin’s odd just like my odd soul
might as well say
what brennan savage once said
“fill my lungs with tar”so slowly
you know it’s imminent
now i’m descending
and i need a sheet of acid
to speed up the clock hours feel like minutes
still lacking acceptance from my peers
but it’s ok cause i want to reach death
in a box
and i mean for me
not for anyone else just to clarify
cause people misinterpret my content of my character
they overthink with observance in this area
their thinking nonsense
at one point they compared me to a school shooter
they said i’d probably do that sh-t
as a response went home and cut my wrist

cause i wouldn’t hurt a soul
physically except me
they could kick me in the ribs till i’m too hurt too the extent
of going missing
within this distant but yet close timeline of death for me
and i still wouldn’t retaliate
k!ll me let me rest in peace
i always fail apparently
and i cry alone (lil peep reference double entendre because i cried when no one was around)
and i ask for fate
disowned
pills be in my system
as i receive wisdom
from philosophy
embedded in the vibration’s
of his music
it helps me carry on (xxxtentacion reference)
while they judge me
and hang me on each cross they have for me
apparently i’m blasphemous
and a casualty in a war i didn’t ask to be in
and a war i didn’t start

i don’t know where i’ll walk
the earth’s floor
keeps shifting underneath and
the dirt
the soil
might swallow me and absorb my soul

and i know i’m not in the wrong
to feel these emotions
to feel these tears

it’s origin
stems back to pain
know you know the answer to why i smoke this potent
i’m hurt
was in a storm
now i receive the memory’s
and debris
at the fullest degree

- afterlife dispatch

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