Fubar:

allow me to start it from the top, harness what I got
pay attention to the bars I interlock
heart is in a box, dark as any plot
from Stephen King, some days it's hard to even watch
thinking of the days I was starving on the block
no feast, only famine there were hardly any crops
staring at my carcass as it rots
human at the end of the day but still a part of me is not
wires in the place veins are supposed to be
I suggest you don't engage if you notice me
I used to pray with a rosary
and now I say other people are to blame when I know it's me
getting better at accepting my mistakes
lesson of the day, I would take even less than what I make
to be happy but regrettably will never be the case
different yet I'm technically the same

Sadida:

who is going next? you could only guess
this fool is no one yet in the booth with no regrets
doing the same shit, a noose for older heads
time keeps flying away and losing moments left
clocking in, clocking out, choose the slowest death
price I got to pay the dues for holding checks
painting on smiles, in truth a total mess
smoking weed helps but doomed to overstress
my thoughts racing and never a finish line
enter a twisted mind, the hell that I hid inside
don't want them to know how it felt to be victimized
telling them little lies pretending the kid is fine
the goods are damaged from those who took advantage
developed anger issues that I should've managed
they all looking panicked but y'all couldn't hack it
one day in my shoes would step a foot in traffic

Subcon:

a dark cloud, it hangs above my head and
casts a shadow of this doubt that's found that does my head in
dreading my next steps, my direction and just where I'm heading
in my head and fending off the beasts and demons I have let in
that's a dead end, head wind to my ascension
a resistance that's persistent and it twists at my intestines
vicious an infection, exists this sickness spreading
it's intense and how to fix it's not within my comprehension
it's depressing this reality has set in now
embedded in my head and just the pen can tend to get it out
this shit it mounts, and time I find diminished now
it's always flying by with how the hours feel like minutes now
vision clouded, clarity shifting in and out
can't see the bigger picture when I'm not in any image found
I second guess and question all in which I offer
am I dope or do I suck as just another dumb imposter?