*ahem* Jo...

[Refrain 1]
I'm a writer, homie, brother, son.
I'm a drinker, smoker, sucker, bum.
I'm a runner, peacenik, honky, student.
I am dreamy, grounded, open-armed ruthless.

[Verse]
Heart, lungs, thoughts, divided.
Jeans, scars, clipped iris.
Bettin' on a blank CD.
Learning, thoughtful, prideful, preemie.

Yeah...

This is the middle of the maze
without Illuminati symbolism in the phrase.
I'm emo. I just trick 'em with a fade
and this silver lining I got chiseled in my face.

(Slash)

This is the blanket I wrap around. Grittin', ad-libbin' these rapper sounds.
Grinnin's for chickens, I hit 'em with pivots; no two-handed dribble to back 'em down.
Diggin' you divots I built with the lyrics, yo. Adam's wild.
Mission is simple: cripple the tempo, blitz through your temple, snatch ya crown. Who's askin' now?

(Slash)

Adam is an artifact.
Def dug him up, started spittin' 'til his parts attached.
Jeans draggin', false flaggin', flashy as a Mars attack.
I'm just tryna make stadium shows out a parlor act.

(Slash)

All my identification is minimum wages and this dated food.
Spendin' my digits on spittin' with all of these bills and my papers due.
A fuck isn't given. I'm dealin' with livin' in ancient shoes,
so I'm addicted to strain and missin' a vein. Fuck just killin' the game for you.

(Slash)

I'm as raw as real gets.
Damn near grown, and my mama's still stressed,
and I wanna shoulder fam, and I wanna heal debts,
but I'd be better off making walls of steel stretch.

(Slashed) budgets (slashed) love (slashed) cataract me.
Bass-in-Cadillac dreams. Mace-and-battle-axe steez.
Can I travel back please? Def and Adam had seams.
Everything about me but these patterns lacked schemes.

These are all different patches of the quilt.
I am not broken but my battered back wilts.
I'm walking into minefields ass-first.
Stitched as one behind smooth skin: that's how a mask works.

(Slash)

I told 'em I wouldn't be emo but fuck it: I ain't a robot.
This booth is a factory, but Adam don't work with his bolts locked.
Forget when I'm leaving and catching my breathing my seed at the plant of this daydream.
I was letting it grow through the wettest of colds ever since I was eighteen.

While I was clubbin', slummin', drunken...exhale.
My chin above the current whenever the net failed.
Bad frames that made a great scene,
but every single one of those selves was just the same me.

[Refrain 2]
I'm a writer-slash-homie-slash-brother-slash-son.
I'm a drinker-slash-smoker-slash-sucker-slash-bum.
I'm a runner-slash-peacenik-slash-honky-slash-student.
I am dreamy-slash-grounded-slash-open-armed ruthless.

Heart-slash-lungs-thoughts-slash-divided.
Jeans-slash-scars-slash-clipped-slash-iris.
Bettin'-slash-on a-slash-blank-slash-CD.
Learning-slash-thoughtful-slash-prideful-slash-preemie.

[Refrain 1]