[Chorus]
I am emotion, a feeling, pondered
I am my vocals, a demon, monster
I am the hope for release unwanted
I am the hopeless, matisse, so cmon and
Lemme believe I’m in need, believe I'm in need
Lemme believe I'm in need, believe I'm in need
I'm panicking, need the relief, I need the relief
I'm manic and need to believe, I need to believe

[Verse1]
Are y'all familiar with the fight when you're stuck in a loop?
Invested in the perpetual cycle of life when nothing is new?
Got nothing to do? ...You surely got something to lose
Wanting the tunes, wanting the views, but you don't wanna have nothing to do
With the struggles of the come-up, the blood and the tears and the sweat, homie
You gotta respect it, gotta invest your literal breath, homie
A bit of the stress, a bit of distress, while living near death, homie
A little intense? You're never collecting a bit of that bread, homie
But none of you know me really, I'm indebted to flow, it's silly
The medical rhetoric benefits better than anything, vocals heal me
I'll level with anyone, decibel levels envelop my soul, conceal me
And whether I'm getting a check in a measure is never my focus, hear me

[Verse 2 ]
Am I that anomalous that I want to spit but don't want the glitz?
That I want the hits but don't wanna mix with the mischief politics?
I don't want the business I wanna witness the pensive thoughts i think
I don’t want the riches, I gotta rip this rhythm, raw to live
Cuz I was dying when I was whining and crying
Night after night I would retire, lie in a bed of barbed wire
My silent denial of my trials, lying, they’re trying me
Syphoning life from inside of me, so I rhyme to stay alive, I speak
Replenish, my fury beats incentive
I murder beats and then proceed to turn the speakers’ head in
I'm sure this beats a session with a therapist, scheming medic
So I don't need no payment, I'll keep on releasing dead-ends, but solely for myself