It's mad how big an impact one person can have on whether your minds intact

I might just write a diss track about myself

To distract from the fact I was left an empty shell

For past me, I was envy filled

Thought I had it picture perfect

But life now is what I see when I picture perfect

Thought I'd found a person n that's it for searching

It was naivety, just ain't discern it

Did myself dirty, agreed to further hurting

Left me not sure I liked the one into who I'm turning

Temper burning like a furnace cuh I knew it was needed

Stomach still churning

I'm tired of always learning

tryna switch off my head

Live something I don't think about when Im getting into bed

Tryna find who held me back n saw my hands were red

Man it's fucked

Tryna beat odds like the bucks

Make my own blessings like I'm knucks

My g's respond to Charlie like some chucks

But it really ain't for me, yeah bud more my crux

Can't beat a nice nug, man that's lush

It really just numbs the brain to the point it paints a taint over my day to day

Feeling drained pretending I'm okay but this the only way I know to say I'm bout to break

Find it funny the mental state I'm in both is and isn't in sane

I just hope it isn't in vain

Mental state I'm in both is and isn't in sane

I just hope it isn't in vain

Listen

Ay

RISE

It's Lore.

Look

Listen

Ay

My only constants my drive n the fact I'm fried

Society's a coin with a dirty n a polished side

Don't be blind to the divide

Shock only if the victim white

It's normal otherwise

Yeah I'm sickened by these times n my mind can't find a way to climb out of these binds

How could I ever bring kids into this world of lies?

Man I'm tired

But feel wired

Feeling loose

Might start a fucking riot

Roll it like some tyres

They pile onto our fires

Path not straight, the shit was dire,

Marj taught me to be a fighter

Now I'm fucking fire

Oh shit, got my trousers burning, I'm no fucking liar

Moving like a ghost, I'm just a fucking writer

Waiting on the day my nephew calls me uncle Lore

He ain't yet accustomed to the struggle, I'll make sure he ain't growing poor

Yeah they asked why I changed, can't you see what I'm growing for?

Close a door to open more

Drop so much nah they can't track the score

Yeah that's tracks galore

Now I need a tour

Work that's not a chore

Chasing skies cah I'm used to the floor

Knew it since I was four

Always felt in my core

Bro I'm a genius why the fuck are we poor?

Why mummy's back sore

Cause of 12 hour shifts, then some more

You know Lore's fucking raw

We don't abide by the law

Doing everything we can then some more

Walking straight through the gore

Kill the scene like it's Rob Baratheon n I'm the motherfucking boar

Write it down L-O-R-E

Full stop

Thats Lore.

Deep it

Take it in

This

This is what I've felt my whole fucking life

This build up

This incline

This RISE

What do you think it's leading to?

I guess we're gonna find out