Guiding Light.

I tasted the water And that's when I called ya Like baby I'm over the border Hate being cautious Everyone knows me I'm nauseous Where's my guiding light Where's my guiding light Where's my guiding light You, you, you You, you, (can't trust) you You, you, you You (can't trust) you, you You, you, you, you (can't trust) You, you, you (can't trust) you You Where was you Where was you when I weren't immune You lose you mind, ain't much left to lose Ticking time bomb with the shortest fuse Where's my guiding light At the end of the spliff Let it burn through the night Cause it's gonna be 'ight in this bitter youth Whisper me more taboo Ten of my tendencies selling me empathy Deep down I see the ruse Can I just breathe can I get the room Cause baby you know me let's call a truce I ain't got the time for that pick & choose 3000 sonnets & there's none unpolished I'm the danger coming, not a trending topic I am not a novice, you don't like it? Love it I come from the bottom you niggas is lying Mummy had told me to chuckle & churn up your corn When you look at me look at a giant Letting my hair down you hoe cause I'm tired This is your guiding light Who had you through fight or flight Who turned you to dynamite Who then had more advice Oversight, more precise, more divine More concise, we intertwined, borderline schitz Where is your faith? Is it God? I exist Where was that passage that said you won't live through the damage You down for this shit? No one hands you this shit, & you're pissed What do I do with you boys What do I, what do I, what do I, what do I, hm What can you do to the voice of the void What can you, what can you, what can you Push me right off of the edge I gotta take off his head Certain shit got to address Take off that crown; reassess Never was yours I confess That's reality check 1 for the money I pledge 2 for the family tree Oh for the nights that I wept They gotta give me my; they need to give me respect I need a lot of love just to make up for all the times that they didn't You need to step aside with your regicide It ain't suicide I ain't finished I'm; super conscious of your energy Overloading on my sensory Run it backwards don't project on me You're draining me out, mentally I need a lot of love I need a lot of love I need a lot of love I need a lot of love I need a lot of love I need a lot of love I need a lot of love I need a lot of love I need a lot of love I need a lot of love I need a lot of love