Skeleton Key (feat. REG BLK & Finesse the Poet)

x days 'til death

x rays with the vest

which grave’s filled next?

check’s paid, not my debts

ex made me a threat

chest caves, it was theft

crash when i wake through these waves at the crest

i don't wanna be afraid of the depths

run away from myself

shouldn’t stay, right? jet, headed straight, then i left

feel like a slave on a ship

my body is the master of the brain, yet it’s whipped

deep breath, not insane, i'm adept

calm, collect, yet ashamed of the ways i adapt

student aid, price paid for the text

and the skeleton key that i made for the crypt

dead end jobs, when he rest

it’s the only retirement from this race as a rat

in this maze, i'm amazed at the trip

be or i leave from this place by serrating my wrists

when i sleep, it’s the best

in my dreams i can be, never leaving again

Don’t feel sorry for me

i no longer believe in regrets

Cause i molded the key

that I keep next to me in my bed

i'll have my peace

i was promised the piece of the land

it's in my bones, almost broken

holding on for the moment

x days been blessed

x rays cost less

next grave? don’t sweat

checks paid are direct

ex gave me a kiss

chest shakes, it was bliss

crash but i wake and i wave at the crescent moon

i am not afraid when it’s lit

through the glass stains, i reflect

imma stay, level-headed when i make the decision to exist

i'm not a slave on a ship

cuz my body is the master and my brain’s never whipped

deep breath, im okay, ill admit

calm, collect as i lay bricks, ink into text

student aid one day will be stripped

but the skeleton key will remain intact

my resume is the shit

and i'll only retire when i can’t race, so i sprint

maybe i’ll trip, in a daze

i believe i’ll lead, keep pace, digest

then i sleep, i rest

in my dreams i’m free, can I stay?

amen

Don’t feel sorry for me

i no longer believe in regrets

Cause i molded the key

that I keep next to me in my bed

i'll have my peace

i was promised the piece of the land

it's in my bones, almost broken

holding on for the moment

don't feel sorry for me

i no longer believe in regrets

see... my mother told me you could smell it before it rains

so i felt it in my bones when she wept

properly process the progress or you won't appreciate the process

my cup runs over with blood, sweat, and tears

forged the skeleton key to the doors in my head with fears that I've kept

asking questions to the sun and answers for the moon

with the confirmations from the shells

see, they say there's always three sides to the story

it just depends on who's around to tell

and it's funny how such a heavenly being can constantly go through hell

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