Scraps

Clap back at shadow attack 

Steal their limelight if homies can't act right 

Some folks I trust but not as much as my pups 

Words spurt like blood, fuckers hurt 

Sky hangs low is it a set design though 

Reality might be a test, better do your best 

Aliens take me once a week, get rough if I freak 

Involuntarily rhyme when they probe my mind 

Sure I'd lie to you if you lied first and I knew 

Gonna stick by what you say or does your story need an update 

Chances run out, your ass pays for your mouth 

Dreams shatter sharp, screams after dark 

Distorted images, night terror wilderness 

Scraps of memory sent back from the end of me