Wheel

The price to pay
For the sins of today
Another laid-back hell
A trip down the well of shame
A lennon lesson and I just can’t let it be
Languid preachers and creatures deem the feature
Misplaced needles will swindle you to beat her
And I’d find it fine
If it’d deign some peace of mind
But I still haven’t found it, even after all this time
In the bongs and bottles of beer
Through the shame and leavened tears
I’d like to say I’ve been wizened by the years
Instead I’m crushed up, rourked down
A wrestler without the scars
I’d fly far but I’m bogged down by emotional tar
Triceratops of fate, what’s the message of today?
The price you chose to pay
Came two minutes too late
Honestly it’s dizzying
That a simple thing
Will throw you in the ringer
Just like sandler in the singer
We’re all looking for a drew
And if you stroke my ego right
I’ll give the prize to you
But in the dead of night
Brain bloated full of blight
Ask yourself, was it worth it?
To give your freedom up as profit?
To be a prophet for the market?
Mark my words, don’t consider to attempt it
Unless you have a propensity for harboring contempt
Qualitatively, I’ll put it simply, I’m done
Quantitatively, I’m solo, just one
Been taking hits to up my productivity
To be honest, it’s only deepened my declivity
Tried to open my lips to halt the span of brevity
Rejected constantly, confidence from head to knee
Before I knew it, I was smoking trees just to flee the scene
Punched back for the very first time
Spit out a rhyme to decide my worth
And what’s worse is I didn’t even dent the purse
Didn’t shake the bank
Or even shake the lake of stability
Couldn’t change a thing when the world needed me
Consequentially, I’m the only one paying the fee
Bob barker on the throne and I’m stumbling downwards
A nightmare in dream’s clothes, thought I finally found her
Phoenix in the stomach, purity in the core
Come Zain, come join us, come claim your reward
It’s twisted, I mixed it, the mental chex-mix of hooligans
A street-sent mendicant, here to serve a purpose
Like marina to a porpoise, but I’m vehement, nickatina
I’m bleeding for you, seen ‘em?
The machine’s wound up for personal use
Your turn to choose, bent-up or abstruse
In fact I’ll lend you the noose
Just off yourself, flora, we’ll use your neurons as juice