cinnamon toast crunch freestyle

i walk around with a limp from all the cash that’s in my pocket 

the streets call me the knower i called that shit like i’m a prophet 

take the key and i unlock it you could never stop the progress

if i told you that i cared i wasn’t really being honest

if i told you that i cared it’s just a symptom of a symptom

if i told you to beware i’m just a victim of a victim

it’s a cycle in a circle in a box inside my attic 

it’s a bicycle and it’s purple and it’s locked behind the static

i’m feeling kinda manic i might shoot a white owned business

where the fuck is nathan collier ima make his dad a witness

should’ve been a faker friend i’d be sitting on a pj

instead i got some fake amends round and round in relays

going pound for pound with delay put the reverb in this verse

to be honest i’m kinda sad my folks ain’t took us all to church

maybe i’d be different maybe i wouldn’t feel so cursed

maybe i’d feel better when you say that i’m the worst

maybe

or maybe not

maybe i don’t mean nothing maybe i’m faking every motion 

maybe i repeat what i see on tv cuz i don’t feel real emotion

maybe it’s been 4 years since i felt something of substance

maybe all the words i ever said to everyone reluctant

maybe it’s kind of really scary when you don’t know if you love him

maybe i don’t know if i can kind of really kinda trust him

but i keep on talking through it with the people that be lusting

but i keep on walking through it even though i feel disgusting