it seems

sometimes
nothing is the way it seems
picture perfect when still still frames
push play and then you could see all the pain
deep rooted like and oak grown close to the home
until the branches grow out and the roots start to roam
secrets gone, exposed like girls gone wild
for and extra secret call me with your credit card now
all thoughts of self making me sick to the stomach
begging the doctor to give me that charcoal shyt or just pump it
emotional binger, let that shyt build up and then i spit it
my cup wont runneth over, half full and then i tip it
I'm getting sick with, this spiritual liquid
they told me drink this Jesus juice and then my spirits get lifted
vision like Mike Jones cuz everything is still tippin sideways
i cant seem to get in the right mind frame
my thoughts fly by like some type of a teen craze
you'll never know whats coming I'm in my blind spot phase
my words are free styled so what you're reading is hindsight
metaphorically shaking heads cuz they're getting their mind right
but what they don't understand is whenever that i write
i tend to keep to the left
and so it seems to you that i keep to myself
and then it seems to you that i speak to myself
but nothing is the way that it seems
cuz it seems that I'm living in a spinning portal of dreams
until it seems that I'm equipped with a faulty catcher of dreams
i said nothing is the way that it seems
cuz it seems that I'm living in a spinning portal of dreams...
but I'm not