Maybe I should tell you
That I feel like I'm suffocating
In this fucking room
Run on sentence
With no punctuation
Everyday I'm bleeding
From myself and I don't know
How I'm gonna get rid of my Head and I'm so sold

Into American reality
That I cannot get out of
American soil
It's all fucking corrupt
And my father's six feet under
In the
Potter's field in Fayetteville

Now I'm sitting here
Thinking about these
Paper bills
Telling me that
I gotta make some
I'm twenty one
Maybe I should grab a gun
And just blow my
Fucking lungs out
Cause I'm tired of breathing
Everyday
Now I'm looking
At the sun rays
And it's on Sunday

Who are you praying to
Is it Saturn
Now I'm looking at
My rap patterns
I'm feeling like
They don't amount to those
That are greater
I feel like I don't even want
My neighbors around

I go outside and blow
My neighbor with the gauge
Fuck her face
And then I gut her
And throw her out
Niggas wanna know about it
I bring the blower out
I don't even got no love
In my own fucking house
Went and sold my sister
Into pimp shit

Now you understand the Difference why I'm limping
Cause I can barely walk
I can barely talk
I barely got a heart
Pumping through my blood is
Nothing but lead

Everyday they feeding me with
More shit looking at the news
Connecting the coordinates
To the chamber that I'm
Locked in
They got me on
Niggas wanna know about me
And my thoughts

Well here you are
Welcome to the world of
Noah Lee NilNonner
And NoNNernil
Three men in one
Got the gun now I'm bout to
Let it off

I'm done with the life fuck this
And I wanna set it off
Like Big Daddy Kane
Back in eighty eight
Niggas bout to get murdered
As I change the rate ugh

Everyday I wanna make it
Got a better game I could play
Fuck y'all I got the chainsaw
I got the best shit
That you can hear

Not really
This is not even meant for
Your ears
This is all private thoughts
That are supposed to be let off
Now it's bout me
And I'm bout to jet off
Got this shit and I'll chop
Your head off bitch

And I lay with it for days
And play with it engaged
To a fat bitch
That I don't even love
Giving me back rubs
As I eat on a sub ugh
Everyday I need a grub
Can't check it
Niggas don't get the message
Until their dead shit
I guess that's why

It's best for me not to be in
Society and this rap shit is my
Ecstasy it's the best belief
That I have in myself right now
But it's still a slippery slope

The sleepwalking funambulist
That's just as woke as
Cnn analysts tryna channel shit
Watch me as I flip and I

Mannequin
Never been real
Just as stilted
As the twin towers that fell
When they were built