(Verse 1)

My Life,
I can’t possibly describe
Even on the Darkest Knights
In this Gotham we survived

A Zombie from a coffin
Lookin for a Peace of Mind
Problems haunted my subconscious
And they tore at me inside

I barely listened ever
And I never went to class
But some rarely is as clever
And there’s evidence of that

It’s like my therapy is rap
And the medicine’s a track
Despair became a factor
But my clarity's intact

Don’t compare me cuz we’re not alike
I’m barely getting’ started, might
Melt the mic, If I get any hotter
highly optimized:

Monsta, with a rotten mind
Rarely seen but often high
Chronic’s in the rocket
Bouta launch n u should hop inside

Bram Stoker n The Joker mixed
Focused but I’m hopeless still
Alone in my Asylum
Playing poker with the ghost of B.I.G.

I would've sold my soul
But I didn’t have a soul to give
But I gotta a goal
Kill the game with no condolences