Two Below Me [En; Rap]

I was breaking in places, and now there's that that I've froze; mentally, such pieces are broken in places I never chose.

Where soaking and chocking on shards left misspoke.

Now laughter's turned in-and-around; spun to cast another joke...

Just how I miss my mind, for its highs and its lows.

Gunning for a fix-around, but something's left me out to float.

Swimming for the skies above, it'll pry the Gs out my throat.

Eternal by my new wings adorn, I'll never scorch my new rope: a left-out—hoax.

Gunning for a fix-around, but something's left me out to float.

Swimming for the skies above, it'll pry the Gs out my throat.

Eternal by my new wings adorn, I'll never scorch my new rope.

Just how I miss my mind, for its highs and its lows.

Those places, their faces, and how their warmth shelters me—"you'll find it less lonely."

I just hope that—if I'm made to be some sod; none fond-of type of clod; knowing me, alone won't be too below me.

I just hope someday I’ll be on my way to help provide restitution for our institution; where-if I’m healthy until my knees weep.

Learning isn’t always becoming

And

When it can’t either

We Must

Be—that which no damnation from deceit, lasting or eternal, may grow.

Stay, to continue your worst.

Be it, you—weak or strong:

To be stronger when you are tough, and tougher-yet—when you are weak.

Until we find peace:

Of-two, below me.