Mansion of Respect
By Scryer Child

Writing these vocal feats feelin-like Posiedon, with EmineM-style Cetus piledrivin' beats, thus fighting sleek vocal kings without trying, it's them, see, inspiring flows within, deriving
from wells of misery inside me, and arriving at journey's end finding the lightning, once inspiring my rhyming, is not dead in me, its just hiding...time to send out the search party to find it

[Hook:
I am alight with the passion to refashion myself into a mansion of respect...
Time crept away, Im decrepit from lifes pain

So I am-gonna change, re-arrange the shattered pieces of the tattered mirror reflecting back my face, on track to erase the shame I see, near insanity]

ADHD, both angel and devil, see, hyperfocus creates a locus of control so engrossing, I dont feel pain, want to eat or anything, I just keep going, mind growing, superhuman in capacity
But all that takes a toll on me, patience wears thin, my dark side begins showing, outside the warm air spins devils without a care, inside me its snowing: the snow plow never stops rolling, chains required wherever Im going

Contemplating things most would never think of, but that's me, I have to fight back the visions of death my mind's eye sees, I've pictured myself dying in every possible way there could be, so is it any surprise that today it still haunts me? The same thing with everyone I love, why I have to shut the flood so it doesnt eat me up and keep mum about it so it doesn't eat someone else instead, through me, bringing out monsters lurking within my head that got me flirting with death

[Hook:
I am alight with the passion to refashion myself into a mansion of respect...
Time crept away, Im decrepit from lifes pain

So I am-gonna change, re-arrange the shattered pieces of the tattered mirror reflecting back my face, on track to erase the shame I see, near insanity]

I found the...
Way back by following the path I paved, hollowing out the grave with my name where I lay til the day I need it, hey hey. Hey hey. Hey. Hey.

Its time...
In the name of the gods of the game I wanna display the everyday wordplay fate gave me to use to communicate with you. Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Contemporary models of extraneous debacles, surefire shock and awe causes glock-cocked ruckus, tuck this Deagle cause its real possible haters may bust in, bustin caps, but we'll bust em back through the walls before they rush in,
Putin em in the dirt, shallow graves cause the night's too cold for shovels to break earth, one last half-buried look at the sky, before you go to do the devil's work, look in his eyes, try and say hi for me when you get there, why? Cause sometimes we flirt

I am not curt with my words, explaining in terms everyone hopefully understands, Im not sure I could be clearer if you can't, the murder of common sense, atrocious and out of hand I learned honor, precocious since I could walk, talk and stand.
But now there's hate on every corner, standing order, that everyone not like you is border-line, courdoroy-lovin swine, its sorta like cord and twine ordered through the mail cross border, true purpose, horror, binding whores who cost more than life can afford; dreaming out of peking order.

[Hook:
I am alight with the passion to refashion myself into a mansion of respect...
Time crept away, Im decrepit from lifes pain

So I am-gonna change, re-arrange the shattered pieces of the tattered mirror reflecting back my face, on track to erase the shame I see, near insanity]