The Windowsill/Thefloor

You've been on the windowsill
 I've been on the floor
 Beige, torn carpets stained with my sadness
 Spill another drink for sure
 You've been on the
 Yeah, Rhythm of the Blue, I feel that
 Riddle with the ruse, I peel back
 The covers of my bed, I'm ahead of the clock
 Talk myself down before I nervously tick about my family and
 Shit, my job waiting for the callback
 I gotta haul ass
 Driven by the money for the bills, I just call that Monopoly
 Can't go to Jail but I'm in Hell, no
 Windows in my mind looking like some cells nowadays
 Passion for getting it in ways I can't imagine
 From diving in the sheets to diving out my mental madness
 Clothes, I don't need them anymore
 Got some meds for my heart but my brain turning cold, that's for sure
 I'm in love with infatuation
 Hurt by my own effort
 Sounds like it's just another letter
 Bound by the ink in every letter
 Scotch turn these bonnets into peppers
 Think I need to pull myself together
 You've been on the windowsill (Windowsill)
 I've been on the floor (I've been on the floor)
 Beige, torn carpets stained with my sadness
 Pour another drink for sure (Pour another drink for sure)
 Murder on the beat, so sad
 Apologies to Moms and Dads
 They just lost they kids to the world
 A world of competition and self-deprecation
 This calls for a celebration, ha
 Posters on they walls of they idols
 Crosses round they neck but no Bible
 They ain't feeling soul, they just idle
 If it ain't a sample, they don't like you
 Memorize what I like to do
 I like my beer ginger, it bites back
 I like my eyes for the times, the tears, they fight back
 I treat my pens as pals, they write back
 My journals MLA to cite facts
 My covers, I tell life "design that"
 Similes Similac could never settle
 Jumping for Jiminy Crickets' pipe dreams like the son of Geppetto
 Head down, eyes shut, time to play Seven Up
 Bowed down, hands clutched, bottles gone, Heaven's Up
 You've been on the windowsill (Windowsill)
 I've been on the floor (I've been on the floor, floor, floor)
 Beige, torn carpets stained with my sadness
 Spill another drink for sure (Spill another drink for sure)
 You've been on the windowsill (You've been on, you've been on)
 And I've been on the floor (Ay, ay)
 Beige, torn carpets stained with my sadness
 Pour another drink for sure (Pour another drink for sure)
 You've been on the
 I do way more than lie
 I do way less than cry
 I had two separate verses but this one's the realest
 The other one I wrote but this is where I feel it, on the floor
 I take my personas on a playdate, children at the core
 Song 2, file 12, Heart of War
 Sun-Tzu, Martin Luther prophet
 Not a King
 Balance on my ring
 Ying yang, monochrome hues,
 Burnt brews
 Tender bruise, wounds aplenty
 Dilated eyes
 Dialectic rhymes
 Find what I said if you want it
 Ain't a lottery pick, this is hard work
 To keep my soul above the earth
 To let my dreams define my worth
 I'm cursed like any other being
 But what's a curse except a cause and effect
 I affect those around me, but even I can't sound me out like phonetics
 First gen to do it, no genetics
 Pound the pavement for aesthetics
 But this a different struggle, you don't get it
 My hooks are far and few cause they can't carry me
 Take a hatchet to a cherry tree, would you believe
 I'm not the first to do it, I just do it
 Break away sometimes to find myself in pieces, then I need to glue it
 A rubber band man that's spinning through the city in the form of records
 Even when the game is simple, you can lose playing checkers
 If the business mine, then I'll mind it
 Switch the carpet to some tile
 Now I gotta get up 'fore the devil start reclining