Remember last time they changed this?

The new one... it's going to take some getting used to.

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Wrote this so late night... but it's okay don't seem to change my.
Morning routines if I don't wake and take a great stride.
And it's not like they'll change if I stay true on my aim to make my
Morning tunes that make me feel alive! At night.

Get eggs for breakfast... been lying here in bed cause.
Life has a tendency to leave my tired and wrecked but.
I'm really feeling blessed too, been with friends doing fun stuff,
I'm at my nexus, I'm going till I'm run up.

By some producers or directors or the like.
Who give me a cookie and ask me if I want a bite.
I'll just take a little nibble I'd rather have a slice of the pie,
And is it gluten-free Cyberdevil? I won't care, no lie.

At this point all this money, or the prospect of it.
Is starting to make me wreckless, not careful and not cautious.
I realize life ain't endless and there's so much now stopping me
From getting to the place I want to be to feel I've spent it.

Ideally. That'd mean living unhindered and freely!
You only do so if you're rich though, riches won't ever leave me.
I'm weaving through this life by honesty but honestly these
Thoughts of robbing banks and stealing do seem appealing.

It's quick money money isn't it? Get but don't lose it!
High risk but high gain, and life is too confusing.
Sometimes want to take the simple path, but it's not like I'm choosing.
Right now I'm just in rap mode. Spitting tunes when due it's

Still a grind... all four the rhyme...

Cyyyberdevil! Jabun!

Gritty. Cyberdevil sitting by the lit screen.
Living free like a dream till I hit my
Limit. Mind like machine don't finish
Gotta eat my vitamins and my spinach.
Hit the gym at three when I fade.
Wade through a pit of dreams till my play.
Get up and live the day till it's over.
Sober. Sit and breaaaath in my...

Strangeness. Got a passion for that some-
times when I nap my mind rewinds back
To a place when I was cozy and small
And this life didn't coax me at all.
Wasn't my style wasn't my law!
Like Muay Thai it kicks in your jaw,
Shows you who's boss and all that you thought
Was real comes crumbling down on your lawn

So feel! What's tough as nails and what's real!
Reel in your self-constraint
Breath! A little air in your lung
Can clear you up some, realize you're not dumb,
Let it sink in a bit like an eye in your thumb.
Oh woes! Life's quite gross!
Life's quite cynical, mean and maniacal and
I don't want to die at all so I write prose!

Wasn't really planning on this darkness,
But make a dark beat and you can spark it.
When it wakes up and starts to spread you can hear the lights pop
In your apartment.
The wind howls outside, churning around.
Your home is silent, encurled in sound.
And when you sit there alone on your bed,
It zones up on you, the homing dread.

I don't know what I've left right now...
The threads of life have all crept up round...
Me and woven me in in my room,
I spin, I feel I begin to cocoon.
I'm swooning around in a dune of bristles,
Carving in a note that I'm hiding,
On floorboards engrave my initials,
Just in case I don't get out trying!

Then it all darkens down and I
Sleep for a bit, let it harkel out and I...
Spit the darkness and feel it fade.
Emerge in a bustling street in Marseilles,
With a whiff of the sea and a taste of baguette,
Feeling all is great even in the shade!
Can't hate yourself or the face you face,
Evasive traits are the greatest waste but! But I'm...

A brand new me, with a brand new sight!
On the grand line and I've got a brand new light!
Around me not just a brand new mic!
With a brand new bottle of branding and a brand new fiiight!

AH YEAH!!!! AWAY FEEEAR! AWAY DREEEEAAD! KILL DEAAATH!
AH YEAH!!!! AWAY FEEEAR! AWAY DREEEEAAD! KILL REGREEET!!
WITH MY PEEEEERS! ALL MY STEEEEPS! ALL MY STAAIIIIIRS!
THAT I'VE LEEEFT!!! To climb...

But let's take that another time.
That cocoon's another rhyme.
Go cuckoo and go get out.
Be happy! That's the rap see.

Have no doubt.

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