Paper Addicts

Tell me how to feel, spoke a prophecy,
 Not loquacious yet I'm Socrates,
 Won't talk a peep unless you boxing me,
 Won't fight for the seat, fickle opposites,
 Pick a job, I'll be top, finna pop the chief,
 Talking flow like the water got McDonald'sy,
 Better solo, never feat cold, dope prose,
 Picking proto-, watching my toes, never show those
 Odds are the hole in the rowboat, never learned to float,
 So I tread like the wheel on a moto,
 Bed on the floor, walking peds on the local,
 Pez in my throat, wanna bet on a hobo,
 Five cents guess, just stepping on a photo,
 A family, a death in the tambourine showboat,
 Band of the dead, too grateful to go though,
 Hand to the head, Imma fuck with the goal post
 Ghosts in my set, figure eights did a slow roll,
 Boasting his best from a decade of slow-mo,
 Motion a head lock, the coasts are the focal,
 Bro's out of wedlock, busted a BOGO,
 Chose my own shellac, supposed to be loco,
 Midi in the red rock, rusted the bit gold
 Broke if I spend lots, broke if I don't though,
 Grow with the sabotage, hoping my bones broke
 Choke on the globe, wallow in the head shots,
 Poking the lows with a stick, know a crevasse
 Oceans are thick with the thieves of your pet rock,
 Show up, take a hit, feel the holes dripping red drops,
 Blow up, just a bit, I implode and take the bets off,
 Grow *up*, make a fist, I don't know if we get lost
 Roll and take a risk, edifices looking jealous,
 Sold on the gist, judging minutes on the dead gods
 Sleeping with an atlas
 Planning deets, and plotting schemes
 Reaping what you have been
 Solving static on a screen
 Would you believe
 How many stab into our faculties,
 Sheets of paper addicts,
 Weaving stacks into the tapestries
 And could you repeat every word left unsaid to me
 Sheets of paper addicts,
 Sealing off your destiny
 Invite them in, they're familiar strangers,
 Odysseys that'll fill the pages,
 Out at sea, but I live in the pavement,
 Follow me to the similar faces,
 Not in my palm, withholding a statement,
 A shot in the dark, the moon is evasive,
 Driving a car in a box in the basement,
 Want to be guarded, but want you embracing
 Want to be heartless, cold as the hatred,
 Want to be hearted and holding you naked,
 Part of the artists and one of the makers,
 I bottle the boredom and store it for ages,
 Stowing my largess in front of the neighbors,
 A solid assortment of shuffling papers
 Watching him Roger, they fit in the cages,
 Polish importance for metaphor majors,
 Out of this orbit, building my cases,
 Up or below, I believe in good places
 Took in an oath, a promise replaces,
 The comma is close, the comment is sacred
 Cutting it so, forgetting the patience,
 Saying hello, just note an occasion
 Aiding them slow, master the pacing,
 Shade in the goal, a facet is changing
 Say when we go, the last are the faithless,
 Saving the gold, to plaster the phases,
 Tracing gallows, hustling daily,
 Hazards are honed, erupting a fraidy-
 Cat in the combs, answer to failings,
 Having the dough, if they have it they ain't me,
 Travel alone, habit will save me,
 Tapping the phone, to rap is attaining
 Sleeping with an atlas
 Planning deets, and plotting schemes
 Reaping what you have been
 Solving static on a screen
 Would you believe
 How many took a stab into our faculties,
 Sheets of paper addicts,
 Weaving stacks into the tapestries
 And could you repeat
 Every word left unsaid to me
 Sheets of paper addicts,
 Sealing off your destiny