V1:

Bottle up.. all of my problems then drink the bottle, then fill it up once again and swallow all of my sorrows/ wallowing, wondering how long I'm gonna be hollow

I'm hollering hate followers but still in need of a following/ contradictions/ the walking embodiment, I govern my own asylum I feel like the parliament/ the problem is I'm prominent a figure to come for something so promising, grew up in poverty now im money modeling vomiting/ afraid of heights

Weight on my ankles to keep me grounded from where I'm headed, scared of being successful to early don't think im ready/ heavy is the head that wears the crown,

And in this day in age seems as if my subjects watered down/ but I keep it pushing walk through my kingdom looking for meaning, I've been the meanest I sit and have dinner with all my demons the bloods is feasting/ table full of shit that I've done been through, sifting through my issues now my problems on the menu/ senju, the Madara uchiha I'm just acting holy, then trap the world in my infinite tsukyomi/ the divine tree gave the world what the blind needs, a supply for all the wanna be's woke but they sleep/ I had a dream like Martin, king Arthur of every author/ right or wrong I write all my wrongs ima die a martyr/ I believe in my beliefs die about it if I gotta, take a graceful bow in heaven and tell God all about it/ a warrior/ been showing off this frown for awhile, I'm the joker now blade to give myself a perky smile/ I open up just a little been dark inside for so long that my light starting to flicker, from all the glitz and the shit they call glamour/ look my life on camera took advice from the older folk who don't got shit but family/ i'm the man that don't matter/ we made of matter/ dust from the earth to the ashes from which it came life is a pitchers Game, throwing strikes and curves if you missed you get the 2nd hit never swing at everything watch the way the pitcher pitch/ patience wins the war ****...