Subcon:

I'm about just at my wits end, with this pen
I sit instead of writing finding dread has crept in this head
thinking that I'm reaching for the brink and seeing its edge
fixed on this abyss and if I'll slip when gripping its ledge
I descend
deep into the pit exploring every bit of it's depth
pissed? yes, tested and recounting all my missteps
fists clenched losing my ambition fearing it's dead
with this said
I've never been obsessed with making dough or trying to get bread
other ways I get fed, my taste is diff-rent
the flavor that I like is on the mic reciting this text
but when it's gone I'm feeling wrong and feel a longing
it's alarming when the thing that you love becomes a slog
up in your noggin all this talking that wont stop and it's beyond
constant when I'm walking in the moment before the dawn

Sadida:

I'm just a soul, intentions are good and bad
better do the math, headed down a crooked path
look at that, survived, rest of them wouldn't have
Lost my mind, question if I put it back
'cus damn, making the same mistakes
pay for it day to day, maybe there's a way to save
probably not, stated in the games we play
and hate to say go change it with razor blades
'cus I've been down, beaten purple and blue
the world is so cruel, seen the worst it can do
learned to get through, breathe in herb and I'm cool
drown sorrows drinking bourbon so smooth
moments of self reflection like a mirror image
clearer vision whenever spirits lifted
hear the pistons revving as gears are shifted
'cus I can't be stopped, getting near the finish

Fubar:

it's dark where I'm from, starving for months
imagine it, having to cause bodily harm over crumbs
it's hard to discuss
I try and hold it in until it starts to erupt, into bars over drums
I'm stressed, in dire need of medicine indeed
for catharsis there is nothing better than a beat
but lately I'm so incredibly fatigued
I can't write, it feels like I'm never getting sleep
destined to shine
can't freestyle for shit but when I write I'm incredibly nice
people think that I'm possessed and they're technically right
I was twelve when he approached and I let him inside
now hell for a regular guy
is the equivalent of an eternity in Heaven for I
I'm a real piece of shit, I'll address it in time
but for now I'll just pretend I allegedly tried
I'm dumb yet incredibly wise
I don't need a religion I'm pretty good with a secular life
I know I'm dead the moment that my memories die
but if eternity's reality then let it be mine