Been questioning your focus
This talk of being chosen
Did you notice?
You’re going around in circles
Leaping the bodies as hurdles
Talk of work hard a joke
on watch from the side and choke
On the “get yours” neurosis

You’ve got blood on your hands?
Say “it’s me or them”
Right, right
I’ve heard that
You can keep that
Yeah, right, right
That’s all you’ll have

There’s something alive in me
Been meaning in getting it seen
I hope it’s surviving me
I hope that’s it making a name
I hope it’s not fearing the grave
I hope we’re not feeling the same
I hope that’s is staking a claim
Hands together to pray
Desperately hoping that we’re meeting one day
But now it is walking on me
It’s looking to challenge
and looking to feed
I don’t think you’re ready
You’re looking unsteady
I’ve been playing host
and it’s getting heavy
Shedding my previous form, my old ways
It’s time to embody
Lumbering, stumbling over my shit
Losing my grip on reality
Letting my eyes shift
down to the blood as it drips from my glove tips
Was sick as a kid at the status
But now I’m just learning the habits
Playing the games with baddest
Putting blood lust into practice

This shit’s not a rental
I’ve been eyeing potentials
And watching you dropping your principles
In print I'm an acrobatic
With a flare of dramatic
Put down for the public
While you just “Get yours” and panic