ZAC i used to rhyme like this, pause to try an match my cadence, but that all stopped when i heard my mother's mic drop, now i linger over the meat rot sever the finger for the plot, cut tether to the original thought, didn't want it to be all i got left with just lenses tinted green obmiss' how it defines me if i don't talk about my down falls how can they deny thee? have to yell to speak about the irony of leaking it out volume stops the whimpering snout my strained vocals seem louder beam through the thick cloud found home lane but i stagger plant tracker my grand ego grants roots and veins 'till they entwine the ID, can't be seen years wasted under x-ray machines wish for the bliss of a twisted spleen but destiny had insisted on testing me my neuronic pie, been baked with chronic lies, throat been caked in soothing coughs, scared they'll respond with scoffs hasn't happened but won't bathe in the surprise didn't sleep with tom, too busy crying at the sunrise TOM god doesn’t have her hands together, she keeps fingers crossed stones thrown at my body but they just skip across water walking, not rock, you must’ve got your chris’ crossed, pockets in the front but it’s backwards how you flick your tongue jumping in the pond just to hear the fishes talk send her my little songs just to keep me in her thoughts working harder in the underground than mr fox lift a finger and it’s shit within his jorts then clip it off and send it to him, get that shit across cathy where i got my strength and wisdom from not for the silly talk, rapping what my lips are for every word like the doors in monsters ink, you’re hanging off trying to break the board like jaws, but staying empty what my brain is for threw a hook he started looking for a ref like we were playing ball probably should’ve stayed indoors ZAC parental resentment breeds discontent, bottomless anger that i couldn't stop became a seamless temper i didn't want from a nest story thats been stomped 'till all innocence is lost the sorrow too hollow to be paper bound, still the wood soaked the drops like the ground in which it was found tearing at the press of the pen till the jugular pops, and ink runs down the chin, grab a mop you say with your chest out, i'm working on the chest in, no hat no play, no cap, no okay tired yet up, slow yet buff grown up yet stunted i know it's going slanted but fuck are my feet planted focusing my energy to graph forwardly you have anxiety, jumping from stimulus to stimuli until you die so you don't have to think with the thing behind your eyes god complex leaves i depressed squandered opportunities fly by sit and ponder activities like a wise guy through the eyes window damn where did all that time go like i don't know i can't listen to the voice diagnosed with directionlessness supposed purpose becomes harder to find than the lost keys swallowed by the lockness back broke when they leaped out my pocket below my knee, bent and fell call cardiology pressed for a fix of features for futures that possess hexes that perplexes witches causing wounds that stitches can't sow which to choose when you can obtain any virtue can't choose to save my inner child lose myself for quite a while thought it through and my thoughts just lead to denial, my brain is treading water inside itself for survival find a boat to stop drowning in the nile when swimming to shore wouldn't take long at all far fall from grace can't be placed at the play-table tall order, short glass, unstable past don't think they got the right cast, they call me proformative like they ain't put on designers casts lights burnt out, often heard of offers burned, offended but can't decide what's worse, buried alive or seeing the light move first handling young machines with commanding pushing off-spring off shore further from the loins of birth prompt memories that painful ravines spark the greatest understanding when conversations become demanding used to think i was a manly man for putting up walls that people couldn't understand arrogantly saying they healed the wrong way yet i double back, driving over thorns dropped when i should've stopped, the roses could have popped the tires are thin, glad no one's counting my sins scared they'll cut off the slack, hovering yet held the strength of the eye which views the world, the length of pi embodies my life force but the source is still written in morse twenty two years to enforce go outdoors because it's nature that counting score and i'm up once more

TOM i’m eye level with god’s cunt, might tell her my loss won tried to settle the score once, blindly ended with a draw, huh? what a toss up screaming heads but it’s the tail i was caught by trying desperately to remember what a thought’s like might record this shit in morse dash forward in time, trash falls from the sky and i fell to my knees latch onto my lines, zac taught me to drive, what the fuck else could i need? slash all of my tires, crash caught in my eyes and felt in my teeth, lies melt in my cheeks have walls for the shrines, have wants for the needs gnaw at what’s mine, god has been lying and i’m forcing her hand, pause to deny what i plausibly can became from what i ran, so i’m god before man an obstacle since i was in a pram, barely sleep but i yawn when i can, talking is not in the plans, put out a palm if you’re after a chat of course i’m proud, i made my depression pretty, serious confessions witty stress the petty so i’m left with less pennies than if i were to leave it and back up meeting with peter, i’m taking my exes with me, in case i’m in need of some back up back up ZAC aspirations torn from generations born because the next is scorned through actions mourned by thoughtless scum who would drum up right chess mess, not unexpected when they couldn't move a pawn to e tress best disposable elliptical when time takes mistakes to pickle sour waters cause thickle incidences incinerate incarnate, might be inconsistent but a gut shot will make a mate partake for fucks sake shake from early ideals but forgot to cling to logical appeals that continued thought when all else is parsed meals cant hold no longer, can't speak a bodger, can't make a mountain out of salt that'll just dissolve to bad days clays no mountain phase, transcend but just another savage phase, thought answers could carve gaze until it stared back in a shocked amaze like the fuck you doing with my powers aye? fucked around but that statement was just running shade use to play no longer playing, praying to myself that i'm thick not thin and this will end at the tip of my finger, not your skin

ZAC ponder medicine's effect on natural selection wonder if mental health is death's next filtering collection for the self disposed caused by bitter thoughts that are self imposed, we make hosts when we listen to the thoughts that no one knows that factor x proposed, that's when the monster shows, try to walk to find the soul, but it's not something someone stole, it's just buried in an inward hole don't dig too quick, the innards will bleed thick and it's something you clean not bury 6 feet deep the cost of healing is steep but complacency costed your goals, recognizes you sold it cheap, learn to lean on your morals for they're through which your inner child speaks so don't kick their teeth, i feel like it would just hurt to speak with like a broken jaw TOM what’s in my chest is mine, a heart i hid my vest behind i’m bench pressing time, shit getting heavy but i’m barely tired when i emptied my head i made my belly cry trembling off edibles, i’m soaking oil in the same way an egg is fried, when i hesitate, there’s no defending mine, there’s no telling where my descendants lie, rap with deaths to weaponise, i’ve still got crests to rise, can’t believe i haven’t attempted flight yet fear i haven’t even payed the price yet make clay of my debt, so many takes and i just layer my stress lord knows the medicines in me, i’m trying to stray from affects but i may be the one that nature selects, i just pray it’s for the best i’m relaying the block, like peter smelling stained with regret, retracting his steps feel like screaming with a break in my jaw like that’s restraint at it’s best, god making me beg

TOM god helping like the government when katrina hit demons i feel like i’m running from with a femur split i’d die to move back in with my father like jesus did surrounded by trees, what the fuck is the point of screaming here? surrounded by trees, that’s the only thing i’m breathing in pound of my weed in the same bag that my keys are in only ever lose things i’ll never need again, so sometimes i still wonder where peter is that inheritance was heavy, all of peter’s sins i can barely bare it, the boulder won’t be budge, in need of strength on the phone to my mother, i know it’s enough to see her grin garageband got the folder i tuck my secrets in standing on zac’s shoulders, this shits too deep to swim the fourth came first like fuck the sequencing you’re in the room so tell me how you couldn’t read that shit? i need a gram for everyone i see in here ZAC been funny about audio cause it didn't hit my ear right still, listening for decades i heard with my eyesight until the acid subdued and it hit my heart right still decipher raps that clap at the universal scale cause they might be deep enough to laugh but second to an experience of all our pasts still scared if i'm complex they mistake my unfiltered content for insult and bugger off still never chose, didn't choose scared of what it will set loose through scoops colder than police reviews or deserts spoons, the blues can't shoot for the moon still only curse in a song around mistakes i've made never around accomplished mates i'm sick of being mature gonna thew up on their shitty excuse, they still throw hoops but just ones to jump through depression can be an addiction, took me years to cut loose and i don't know you but what voice you paying attention to

ZAC boat pic with exposed tits and selfies to suit all for the insta pic, i still like it but shit, structures reduce my friends to likes and hits to fulfill the soulless pit claiming that's how it has always been because it's all we have ever seen kept my fb dp because i know i had more friends in childhood and my current yield would be old mate, my parents and my grandmother my grandfather's are stagnant bastards my other grandmother's dead so she can't like it from the grave, wait for zuckerberg to resurrect her from a diary like chat grandmother protocol tool my other acquaintances have career plans to fuel their life for cars and land, forget their more than just hands, i lean and wait because i can't stand it, while their fate ends with palaces, castles and towers overlooking their slate the wills read to savages, battles and prowlers who agreed the dead just wanted to be happy mate, wanted to be something someday, walls held pictures and frames with forced smiles and twisted fingers, one more day 'till retirement to live among assisted triggers i'm walking my ego trying not to let the leash loose, working on grip strength, the barks demand death while i'm listening to the animal for it's beautiful TOM old dickies with the holes in them dad’s steel toes has his soul in them might put them on at the ocean and get my toes dipped in exposed boat sketches of rose before sinking hands to hold a moment in, not to mould it with photos for the frozen in throat burns like grandmother ashes we said the dead just wanted to be, i mean i thought we agreed, the undead aren’t often unseen what was once meant comes calling for peace i took my hands off of the leash and that made a monster of me the further east you travel, police stations get prettier the bickering between mother earth and father temperature getting louder with every bark the animal keeps calling but i won’t listen old dickies with the holes in them

TOM alive but barely living, really tried to quell the instincts but christmas still comes in an instant i left a blunt under the chimney, functional dismissal of my infancy, memories that refuse to live with me, couldn’t afford the rent my skull demanded every week very weak like i could barely eat missing pieces, empty heads mean bliss and peace that trickled down from him to me ZAC initially lost my infancy to instinct in an instant living carelessly because i don't value money but that's just me being kinda funny i don't remember easily so i act quickly which is such a pity cause i could solve my problems with a notepad but i'd just fill it with rhymes i don't have wepassed december speaking to mortgage brokers and death just another lender building my irritation could be resolved with mitigation but my brains out on vacation will soon be back soon as long as this grinders level fading trickled back down to the mesh at a rate about a gram an hour, hope it doesn't trickle through the seeds TOM the wind changed with my face pouted, sad and sour with a joint in it, had my mouth stuck people crumble at their proudest, getting higher than sea levels, leaving sand devoured not a trace of magic in this story, couldn’t pray for better i was made in a laboratory with the last strand of my father’s hair before it made it’s exit his thanks to chemotherapy, mines thanks to stressors blessings never stick, i’m just a dog made to fetch it ZAC write shit you couldn't have thought of in your infidelity back when you mind was still open to creativity what mazes we are when neighbors are far and vibrations light up the hearts striations like a quasars point and retreat, like a cassette you have to reverse and repeat, i believe seeing behind your novice seat i'd see me as a step in the wrong direction but your falling behind in the game of perception and you can call it thoughts but i'll read another of yours in the library's complicit section your deep thoughts are my shallow shores, comprised of cheap words for easy slaughter it's not the syntax but the way they're laid fourth that makes mine worth more

ZAC the wartorn child and the childless war brings biased whores whose soul goal soars above laid laws for the final blade determines justices shade and plays a fickle game of manipulation to bring forth their enemy slain for power keeps the powerful tame, less their will-power is unleashed in heavy spades, but hearts are always kept in a separate deck, to justify the powerless hung by their neck up projected mountains the youthful treck just to fall when the projector stalls and the powerful call for neutral bets but they set the dealers hand and sit back as the shock rocks the believers in the stand i am pain, i am peace, i am rage through defeat i am the will in the heat to stand on two feet, i am an awkward calmness that's just arousing amusement just to attain admiration through madness driven actions i fill the boredom with confusion and finesse, too empathetic so i try to relieve their sadness and stress but when it falls the confusion sprains further actions that should've been the ones i addressed appreciation of beauty through craving anxiety, stand in awe of a tree with propagating moss variety finally consider tomorrow a relief, the horrors of my past pertain to little interest, the futures exciting to see, the joy of nostalgia to learn from belief so when I fall it's a step forward from previously entranced on what i could be now I have set myself free never bow in front of a mirror just thank it for being me

TOM you could pierce the tension with a toothpick, you could hear a metion of the truth with your two ears, what you’d gleam by keeping glued lips sink an eighth quick, i guess that’s just what the cue hits loose hairs from the new stress, couldn’t beat that but samples getting suplexed like look at me rap with no certainty, it’s all theory in my music but songs are still cordless as airpods home-birthed disease, walk weary on a shoestring but odds are still more set than they’re not it won’t hurt your feet to talk clearly with your two fists, a promise not kept for the reward at least six joints in my breast pocket, heart beating so loud, might make my chest pop deleting memories like trying to shred docs, sometimes the best option is to press stop new stress, make my motherfucking head bald either squirm in my seat, or i’ve been flying lately i had a purpose to meet, but i was late, found the bird with the worm in it’s beak and all i can say is i just ate nothing left to do but admire my pace, can’t even try to change it time misshapen, misaligned with a prior engagement so starting now, i just state mistakes, i don’t write at all he had a car and passed it down, i took it state to state just to write it off

ZAC it took me too long to give up my nostalgia, holding bitter resentment to my father for every passing hour. but i forgot to thank him for being strong, for holding out so long, and at the end of the day it's okay i got my maturity from tom still find it hard to tell when i'm being real with myself or disregarding another feeling held what is this superficial pain I inflict on myself? my engrained lanes from pathways, i'm scared they end at hell why dont battlefield deserts taste as sweet as the moisture from broken feet? realise that to develop character i have to let go let something in, forgive myself for my past woes i've got secrets only the privileged bair, so when i cross the finish line that's up to tom to share it's the company that mattered most so why do i rush when I'm alone? when i walk i drop my weight when i know the step is done, but i'll still push that bar another notch higher just for fun TOM shit, it took me too long too, to give into what i grew up through two shoes of his grew into as the hours flew, it’s bitter to the tooth, nostalgia bruised the room when i was taught the truth is useless but truth told no “thank you’s” are due yet, matter fact he still has some loose debt flow tight as a noosed neck, the numbers don’t lie but they do bend, the humble harmonise up in the sky every new trend zac cups the truth is in his two hands knowing it’s fragile, wouldn’t let in a hair strand i’m standing in front of headlights you wouldn’t dear stand either he was in a coma or he was staring at me deadpan the next step is the one where i break my foot the best kept secret was always the one i prayed they took shit i forgave for what?

TOM i’m a weet-bick away from a growth spurt can’t talk to the man that’s been lie-keeping i’ve got weakness to pray from my home turf put chalk on my hands when i climb trees my mood changes every five seasons true restraint is in the dry heaving through the storm, i’m sleeping the storm ended like rest, i slept then i woke so i’m grieving the bible read “i wept” but i’m smoking so i’m eating more growth spurts for the five weetbix in each bowl lighting, each bowl being lit each bowl i’m trying to find freedom in sprint from my leadership, for each hole my feet are in ZAC the head is a grave of personalities filled with holes and cavities where analytics strip back the psyche to deliver the fatalities left with a void and his insecurities begging heaven please just send an end to this pursuit of lonely neutralities saw thought through distant habits, where avoidant tactics plead with semantics to determine feelings are practice over personality fed maggots stands the raw fabrics that chants "you couldn't hack it!" to keep myself from feelings that inhabit this lonely den of holes and cavens my mind protects from life due to past tragics that should have been just teenager antics but a jagged blade draws infections from anguish where language, not even Spanish, could find a library where the solution to panic is written in bold text for the story is lavish when read in past tense Hispanic it’s a big planet, shit shiver when i hiss at it

TOM father time sitting in first class, it works fast he martyred mine, thinking the thirst lasts anxious, hands shaking more than the working class whatever’s in the flask burns like a hurting heart anxious, already said it in the third bar couldn’t quite put a finger on it like i’m trying to learn guitar couldn’t quite place it like blame but i stay next to the paper like i’m earnest marks just to write a story heard in parts, i should’ve learnt my part because i forgot the script when the doctor said “his time has past” the clock is turning fast, or quick i’m trying to turn it back, so i ash the wood stick to ball my goals up like a hurling match the blunt forced the trauma from the head down to the world and back, mainly the writer that the words impact fuck a part, i’ll die with everything i learnt from zac the clock is turning fast, i’m trying to earn it back certain patterns you can’t capture in a topsters chart couldn’t place it, guess i just i forgot to ask this isn’t real life, it’s just my first try, it’s just a draft guess i just forgot to ask ZAC shoot shots faster than father time, working through him to master this fate of mine explore the cause of the state of mind but left with nothing but circles to find it's a personal mix of fireball and gin to rip the soul to where the conversation hits playing pick up sticks with strings strung out across ravines and pits cannot walk it yet but i'll play catch with you between working sets while we talk of who's going to start the balancing act on the narrow path just a heads up, i'll keep you close, i know that's a lot to ask but don't worry i also forgot my part, guess i just forgot to ask

TOM the going getting tougher than my skin is my soul is empty, stuffing it with guinness but it’s spilling like my luck, took an irish hand and it lifted me up putting fire to the crumbs like stuffing in a chicken looking tired but i’m up and i’m running from apparitions apparently i’m a chemist, the thc is the apparatus for the timid keep it with me like a barbershop and scissors far from off the cliff but my arms are for the flinging and my heart is for the fixing the past is not intrinsic to the path we’re on rapping to a pantheon, father’s transition to passionless is inherent to the trance he’s in freedom in the weed that it’s in the pants he’s in rather motif it than address it, so the habit sticks the relief comes in a transience, the relief comes with the cancerous, thought dad was king when stampedes birthed by his scars still couldn’t trample him ZAC write a verse because i could stand forever if i don't count the seconds could make a relationship last forever if i was never present my father was hardened by light and labour my mother by her plight and labour the name akin to the responsibility still scared i was ruined by their gratuity fall back on the sword that's just immaturity for what it's worth but just to recognize isn't maturity i humour the strength to focus on the future to not presume the privilege or dress it in a bandage ignore my egos ill will for the way people love i don't wanna be great because my goal isn't single those mono minds give themselves to stand above all people i love myself not to spite others but despite others what cop-outs our ego can arrange to lower expectations in a vain attempt to limit the exchange of pain when hiding is a fulls game to blame our dreams for inability to want a whole dollar over 4.25 cents of change when concerned my higher self asks would the inner child do the same