I'm sleeping my nights with the light on
Don't know which planet I'm from
Sleeping every day like daylight's the wrong way
And I carry on. day after day
I went from bad and strong to sadder and battered gray
My batteries running out of me, I'm leaking fluid
Truant till my death, till my life is ruined
And truth is in the ruin, buried beneath the dirt
Don't know what I'm doing, it's stupid can I make it work?
Woke up feeling sick so I put on some music
Woke up feeling blessed feeling I should get a grip
But then I lose it late at night, and wake up, feeling like shit
I'm stuck in a cycle I can't quit
But where there's smoke there's fire, I have a lighter
Never been a smoker so I don't need to retire
And I've never been high so I can climb higher
I'm a joker when I spoke these words, so broken I'll be croaking
For I climb out of this pit. What is this shit.

I had a stroke of luck now I've woken up
Feeling dope as fuck for the both of us
I need to go and I know you need to catch the bus
Here's your bag brush and bra for that magnum bust

Some other stuff is all strewn around the bedroom
Better live this noon cause we might be dead soon
I'm leaving you now but you'll be in my head soon
Till then, I'm feeling newly wed like a suited groom

Here's what I do in rooms (Leftovers)

Man this week went fast! It's been a blast but my feet ache last
Days merit three day naps, but as long as the greens amass it's on track
My back's numb from stacking packing up crates I wish I could nap in
But life's a go, so much scat is happening
Monday Tuesday Wednesday break Friday and then I'm up at buddy Bear's!
I haven't been there since last year!
Spent Saturday with my peer, Sunday I was a wreck
I ate a mass of a garlic just to get up the next - amass that power
But garlic's got some side-effects, I must've smelled vile but at least I piled correct
Pile them crates! Yeah! We got exhaust pipes!
It's exhausting, but I can't live my next of lives yet!
I just clocked in, hectic but I hope my boss thinks,
I'm doing OK with the packing and tossing, it's stacking up awesome,
I'm a bit for rapping not too much for talking, but I don't rap these tracks very often,
That's cause I got: so much I want to do but do a lot of plotting,
Not a lot of doing, but now I'm going through things! Yeah!
If that's alright with you peeps I'll be going noose deep in this new week,
Soon 22 and that's truly June see!!
Summer's moving in summer is fuming, I'm humming on tunes I'm feeling newer than human like I'm
AI! Ey! I'm not Ava I'm a great guy! I just want to live a great life!
I just want to break lines and escape the cons of confines, move beyond this modern grapevine!
Gotta escape the combine! Keep dreaming... some day I can be a Freeman!

What have I been doing this past week?
Staying up nights till I'm past sleep
Collecting AP tracks I stash beats
Got this one from S3C that guy packs heat
It was for another week when I speaked
But I feel a need to emcee unique
Inbetween all the Easter feeds I sit down by the PC
and feed you some week critique I've been...

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Stashing up cash for a nice mic
Passing by sites planning a bike buy so I don't need to hike miles
Walking by drying ice under nice skies
Planning for the weekend - birch branches we slice dry
Seeking nice vibes (like this) to which I try rhyme
I woke one morning felt like a king and decided to record something on a whim
But it didn't sound quite right
I write rhymes! I write them every day and night times!
I'm a modern knight I'm, always talking bout world change!
Read my blog, "Bob ya tell em man"
I should be out in the real world hellish game
Become famous, get some space on the telly some rainy day
When the sunshine cannot quell my pain
I still dwell on the same tame and relished lane
The lane of safety of shame and delicacies for every day
Breakfast lunch dinner break and a bedtime sandwhich
There's a cake in the fridge and I'ma go to fetch some candies
From the bowl in the living room when noon resumes
I don't have skeletons in my closet, I've got chewy prunes
Healthy stuff cause health r us and my shelves undust
I store honey jars and boxes of raisins I ration tough luck
If you're burglaring my house for chump stuff
I scourage the cabinets for all the goodies nobody has claimed
Grab a marker and scar all honey jars with my name
Like I'm Winnie the Pooh, doing... whatever we do
To get by on life, I'll grow: then try my size
And you can, walk in my shoes if you want some used tens
I wear them thin till you see through them, moving
Silent like a Ninja when I feel the ground
Step the 'crescent moon walk', and I don't make a sound
Unless I'm baking soda and shaking nouns, I'm pro verb
I make a tough cookie, you can't break me down
Oh and the week's been good... yeah!

Cyberdevil... S3C... Week 14.