quick shit...

the fears expressed , as the years progress
quickly scripted and uplifted by the tears and stress
but as i near my quest , my closest peers confess
when im defeated i get heated and severely vexed
and its sheer distress , keepin me here compressed
decomposing slowly moldin disappearin flesh
persevering less , still engineered to test
analyse from then to now and see its clearly less
any time of day , im tryna find a way
some comin lyrically subliminal the mind decays
i combine and spray , every rhyme displayed
futuristically yet biblical the signs portray
some say its crime to say , that he and i convey
but i stay kickin this a hypnotist with lines i say
defined to slay do it the grimey way
it was yours yesterday , but its mine today