Not Alright

You're not supposed to let the sun go down on beats
 So props to anyone who don't show teeth
 I'm here to borrow all the words that a photo speaks
 And if you listen you would know those things
 But listen, I'ma let you know what dodos think
 A six-legged brontosaurus with a coat all mink
 You try flipping up your collar, but your boat all sink
 You sitting in the bathtub, cold cuts, no blood to drink
 And I've been stuck and think about the past three days
 Last three things I did to steer me in the passing lane
 Most times it's just luck that leads me to success
 Most times leave me just as much stress
 So don't multiply your chance of defeat
 Pick your phone up and answer the ring
 Rolling up the ramp where Tantalus stands
 And the brink of getting the rock to the top
 So he stop just to celebrate the feat
 You probably never seen me this way
 These aren't things that normal people display
 I've lost a few days to this beast in my skull
 With no sleep and it shows
 I keep composure with a bigger dose
 I'm not alright
 Level-headed 'til my left brain's right
 Life's a chess game in one L-shape
 I'ma take what's mine
 Shadow jouster, I tightrope my high hopes fine
 You and I know the bouncer, but we're still in line
 Find your way through hell's gates from the one-way sign
 A trail of cellmates will stalemate time
 Sharpie my existence on the inside of your eye
 So you'll never forget the vision in which beauty lies
 I'm ugly, [...] a two-way mirror
 And the only thing to fear is fear itself
 Unplug me off the wall 'cause doomsday's near
 All in all, I don't trust me when I need my help
 It must be (I'm not alright)
 This has all the makings of a wreck
 Right down to the faulty wiring
 And all you firing off of the mouth
 Saying "help me out"
 All you firing your pieces
 Only Iame trying to find out where peace fits
 It's making me sick
 I'm not quite a drunken master
 More like a walking disaster
 Shadow-boxing assassin
 Shadow hills target practice
 Consist of me and bullet with my name on it
 The rest is history
 Ready for a bias spin on it
 I've been wanting to change
 But I'm too caught up in these things
 I'm just marking the days off this calendar
 Like I can't wait to get out of here
 Man, I can't wait
 You probably never seen me this way
 These aren't things that normal people display
 I've lost a few days to this beast in my skull
 With no sleep and it shows
 I keep composure with a bigger dose
 I'm not alright
 What you know about being afraid?
 We fall in line, apologise, 'til our souls are [...]
 Yo, the devil's got a [...], a crooked smile
 'cause his better half ain't shown his face in quite a while
 What you know about a holy crusade?
 Just sit and die, while I wonder how the story could change
 Just sit and sigh, signified by a glorious case of passing time
 I've never felt the need to explain, just passing by
 Asking why your most high resides at a mountain top
 Yo I'd rather walk with god, seven trumpets to finale
 With a pitchfork [...] tugging at my sleeve
 Best believe there's more to the score than the ink and tally
 (what you know about being afraid?)
 (I'm not alright)