consensus

think i've got a consensus, bein' lost in the trenches, adolescent lessons expressin' god's job to tempt us, makin' it hard to stay alive, it's so easy to die, makin' you hang your head low, but say "reach for the skies", life is a walkin' contradiction, i've seen through its lies, i'm just tryin' to tell the stories i've seen through its eyes, i feel i'm forcing and feeding of off reasons to cry, with all this fake deep bullshit, i'm too eager to try, everybody sendin' blessings in need of reply, tryin' to sell their own tears, for they bleedin', they dry, fuck your demons inside, i'm in need of the why, so i can summarize my life through my breathing inside, like, oh well, i can say that i tried, yeah, hopped in this life and i stayed for the ride, so many beautiful faces, but they vacant inside, and i'm just patiently waiting for the day i decide, this reminds me of days when i drive in l.a, i'm screamin' high to the sky with a smile on my face, now i'm hidin' my face, i keep tryin' to trace, all the steps that i have taken to find my place, swept out to ocean, so lonely waves here like an embrace, now i'm lookin' at my mic like it was sent as a prophet, i used to be an atheist, but that turned me agnostic, recently, i've been wondering if i've fuckin' lost it, see my friends from kindergarten go to rehab, that's the type of shit that makes you think back, to simpler times, blissfully ignorant minds, before reality would ground us, we would live in the skies, and as a, and as a kid, i never thought i'd be bein' like this, and as a kid, i never thought this would even exist, i felt elusive, intangible, just steam in the mist, now i'm wakin' up feelin' i ain't even the shit, you only look at what you got once you see that it's lost, and life's too gradual for me to believe in my sauce, don't understand rappers braggin', "i got that paper on me", man, i got kids in school who doin' presentations on me, so what the fuck you really value tryin' to take that from me, to me, i'll take that over rollies and makin' some money, rain or sunny, i'ma do this every day, i study, and write these lyrics til' my brain is fuzzy, damn, like tyler created tweets, i just capitalize, these romans tally up my hits with the capital i's, this is a natural high, i see it comin' from afar but i'm still actin' surprised, but i ain't mastered the skies, i wrote this album with so much passion, i actually cried, they think cause i was never trappin', my rap is a lie, they think cause i'm an awkward kid, i'm invalid, as dj khaled, saw receivin' a platinum plaque for bein' alive, throughout half of my album, it wasn't good enough, shit, i mean it still isn't good enough, i'm like an active volcano, i know could erupt, but i guess i am not full enough, yeah, i swear the higher you get, that's the lower you feel, man that's more shit you gotta do, or you won't get a deal, man that's more shit you gotta prove, so they know that it's real, 30 seconds of listenin', thinkin' you know how i feel, yeah, this a motherfucking thesis statement, came a long way, i cannot be complacent, every day i wake up stressed, i have to be the greatest, and if not, then that's a day i truly feel i've wasted, most of the pressure on my shoulders is comin' from me, so when i die, i know i left us with somethin' to leave, so when i wake up every day with someone to be, damn, i got so much shit, i've got, i've got somethin' to see, i don't fuckin' know man, shit, hope that sounded genuine, because i meant it