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Texty: D-talks. Graceful Degradation. Insomnia.


And I truly believe insomnia starting to get the best of me
and I feel I need to relieve this weight off my chest to breathe
'cause I just cant sleep at night
Paranoid visions appear so clear in my hindsight
while I wait for this dope to crack back in my pipe
it gives me a chance to look back at my life
and it s no wonder why I had to be high 90 percent of the time
Now it seems to me they were just poor attempts to realign my mind
and escape this mundane life of mine
Well, welcome to the life and times of the D to the IR-T-Y
Lately its looking like I'll for surely die
By the age of 35
and it seems like yesterday I was serving mine
two years at the mental-jail high
and I ain't did s--t but watch my life fly by in a blink of an eye and look at me now Im contemplating suicide
but that wont be my demise
cause these hater's and ho's telling lies
they be the ones that I despise
or could it just be the reflection of me
relentlessly wont let me see
I'm blind behind the design of my disguise
Should I give up and become the host of all my f---ing lies
to weak to even read the empty space between each written line
confined to the space between each gifted mind
Need i remind you keep hanging up with giving a f----
about who's getting what and why ain't i getting mine
Yeah, you keep slipping up wanting so bad to sip from the cup
thats filled with the blood that dripped from God's given only son
and it still ait good enough?
Enough's enough

You did it once too much the want to touch the ones you loved once
but not your loved ones
and it rips you apart

you depart so far from whats left of your f---ing heart
and i truly believe insomnia is starting to get the best of me
and i feel i need to relieve this weight off my chest to f---ing breathe

'cause I just can't sleep...
I just can't f---ing sleep...

Now my days and nights consumed with watching the hands of time there is no doubt in my mind they want me dead
alone and left to confide with the demons in my head
no rhyme or reason just constantly repeating
are the words of what they said
just do it and get it over with
but this ink on my back goes much deeper than the skin
its the reason why I even f---ing exist
so ever since my life's consist of puffing this blissful mist
slowly becoming this sinful kiss
and its as simple as this
all it takes is the twist of a blade across my f---ing wrist
and believe you me it could end like this
so what the f--- if i lost sight
temporarily blinded by this guiding light
only leading me to the end of a grimy pipe,
an empty life
Oh how easy it would be just to get a grip
but instead I wish to slip into that eternal sleep
and the yearn is burning me internally
and this is why I believe its in my destiny to want to rest in peace
and this is why i believe
This is why I believe I need to be buried 6 feet deep.

(Thanks to David for these lyrics)
Graceful Degradation
D-talks