Okay

So you know I won't stop or slow.

I beat em, and heed em, with drugs I get hugs
instead to be dead it's not over my head.
Reality slips from the grip while I'm holding a fifth
what else can be said.

You know that I go with with the flow when I mow
over words it's absurd to be heard as a fake
when I bake em and take em,
I shake em like that it goes splat.

I bet if you listened you'd understand that.

Suppose as a poser as someone like me you would see
it's so great to have things handed to me.
Or tossed to me.
I just let it be.

You notice at first when the thirst
bursts right into your face
to be me a disgrace or a blessing in case
see what it's like when you're behind the mic
for a second or two, I doubt it'd be you..