State of You

i must be avoiding the inevitable, dodging my fate
so many things a nigga gotta escape
autobiographical, i need my life to maybe hop on a page
that end with a sigh, and bye, with my mouth open cockin the gauge
how you the greatest at ya job but they dockin ya pay
guess when gods holdin the bar start mockin ya ways
murder my fans while im rockin on stage
naw let me chill, let me think it at a logical state
catch em while they nodding their heads, sayin the words
and start a blood bath, right as they repeat the verse
at the show, let em know, that they company to me being disturbed
listen, how much longer you expect me to be degraded
by niggas who cant appreciate being appreciated
yall made this beef related, one less person to judge
just one more problem alleviated

i stand before your honor, without an allaby
lost kinda, just a product of a lost genre
cuffed like ima cause drama
headline, unremorsed problems, sweat drippin from my head
like a performed a concert
no allaby for my unlawful conduct
i need a pardon from the president, call obama
and tell em i was going all out
i was doing god work i thought the nigga called out

yu looking at more honest, improved me
all the comments and scrutiny, driving em to loonysee
commiting hate crimes as if i got immunity
an opportune time to have opportunity
not when he dont stop by, it just ruins me
pride is pursuing me, why's the rebuking me
i got demons by my door, staked out
im inside going over my escape route

see im in search of privacy,
on every social network, but down want network with society
thats prolly why my net worth aint so high to me
these percocets work, and now they fucking with my sobriety
im chasing a hit, all in heath ledge,
dark knight over dose i ain't chasing this shit
i got an audience, they just got my hating this shit
or is it how i view life and how vacant it is
watch me and see a horrible movie, bad reviews
scattered views with a cold heart wrong attitude
i aint got a thing in a common with these rapper dudes
okay aside of some drawn out thoughts, mags and tools
i dont think they know what it feels like to be ?battered bruised?
and still they cant see me with the ink
so tryin to fuck the world aint as easy as you think