get away rmx (graham eddy remake)

lately i been medicating all my pain

i took a hand full of some pills and i will never be the same

feeling a lil strange from this reality

i want piff in the after life

i wrote a metaphor in seclusion like i'm a troglodyte it at you

working for the finer things to find a peace of mind

i focus on the bigger picture like getting better in time

i redefine configurations

my vivid imagination

debated irregulations

i'm definitely dedicated

collusion with indicated

delusionally infatuated with the fabrication of image and my opinion is

my pain is desicated by putting painess

apart of me inside the composition

for compilations of poetry

exposing and disposing whatever people composing

proponents of ignorance that they spreading

i will oppose it

supposed to be something better but at the moment i'm nothing

disgusted by my lack of knowledge

the consequence of procrastination

and if you wanna go and get it by yourself

motherfucker i can tell ya that's the truth

i been livin at the bottom in the bottle

tryna deal with all my problems

suicidal thinkin nigga was the use

i don't have a single soul up in my life

that's ever tryna conversate

so i can speak and say the way really feel

but instead i put a filter on the pain

and i let it leak on to the page

the last thoughts that's on my mind

is how do i get paid