Fantasy…

I gotta wake up…
I gotta wake up…
I gotta wake up…
I gotta get,
Something real…



I gotta wake up…
I gotta wake up…
I gotta wake up…
I gotta get,
Something real…



I gotta wake up…
I gotta wake up…
I gotta wake up…
I gotta get,
Something real…
……
Non fiction,
Yeah…
Non fiction,
Yeah…
Got no friction,
No depiction,
No one on this Earth,
That wants to listen.
Yeah…
Urban superstition,
X-Ray supervision,
Shows me;
That some shit still missin’,
Alone at night wishin’,
For a love to shine it’s light,
& glisten.
I’mma man on a mission,
With a petition,
To rewrite my own expedition.
Remove myself from the competition,
But; I’m my own enemy so,
Don’t you see the contradiction?
Fuck this affliction,
Am I cursed, or just conditioned?
Is this construction or demolition?
Is this a predetermined premonition?
I suppose I’ll die & come back,
An apparition;
Won’t catch me switchin’,
Up my position.
How can one be prepared,
For such a transition?
……
No… Don’t let this be,
Just my fantasy,
Cause’;
You know I’m dyin’ to see,
My wildest dreams,
Turn into a realistic beauty__.



No… Don’t let this be,
Just my fantasy,
Cause’;
You know I’m dyin’ to see,
My wildest dreams,
Turn into a realistic beauty__.

Hmm… Idk wtf is real,
Plagued by paranoia,
Tell me what’s the deal?
Wounded soldier,
Just tryna’ do what it takes,
To heal all this pain I conceal.
I escape into new figments,
Of my illusion you see.
Deep into the nether realm,
Of possibility.
Deep into the back woods,
Of suspending tragedy.
A place where I can alude,
What’s been guiltin’ me.
Welcome to the facility of,
My fantasy;
Impossibility of impossible,
Is pardoned with amnesty.
Don’t mind the redundancy,
I’ve got it in abundance,
You see?
I be fuckin with that energy,
Siphoning my empathy,
Never let the cup run empty,
Never let the cup, run empty…



Imagination manifested,
My paranoia is laid & rested.
Tryna’ stay invested but,
I just couldn’t put my best in,
So I dreamed about it,
When I slept in.
Tried to find my feelings,
But;
Idk which box they’re kept in.
The smoke that crept in is,
The dust that I got left in.
Dreamscape; I’ll never leave,
Fuck who next in.
This the only place I,
Really feel safe,
From;
The shocking waves,
Of the earthquake.
No shake & bake,
I’mma;
Four twenty make with,
A crippling heartache.
Wanna add color too my,
Future, opaque.
I don’t really care if it’s fake,
Just as long as,
I’m unaware & not awake.
Thought life would be,
A piece of cake,
Thought I could finally,
Catch a break.
I’m constricted with snakes,
That resemble;
The danger of my desired intakes.
I wonder;
Could this be heaven disguised,
As a fiery lake?
Hmm… But hopefully not,
The other way.
Please lemme stay,
In my fantasy,
For just one more day.
……
I gotta wake up…
I gotta wake up…
I gotta wake up…
I gotta get,
Something real…



I gotta wake up…
I gotta wake up…
I gotta wake up…
I gotta get,
Something real…



I gotta wake up…
I gotta wake up…
I gotta wake up…
I gotta get,
Something real…



Where the sidewalk ends,
Is;
Where imagination begins.
The realms between,
Mean absolutely nothing when,
You’re lost within dreams.
Trying to escape,
The twisting of one’s fate,
Is not the place to sit,
& contemplate.
Damn; I’ve got everything,
I’ve ever wanted in my hands,
Unfocused;
Caught; Stuck inna trance,
Cause’ I mean, without attention,
How could one ever advance?
I’m safer in my own…
I’m safer in my own fantasy land.

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