K.A.A.N. - Losing My Religion lyrics

I've been standing in this corner for a week
Losing my religion I feel like I'm talking in my sleep
I been starring in the mothafuckin' mirror trying to find a reflection of the exception that any kind of conception
Confessing I got the essence illuminating fluorescent finessing forever stressing the problems in my possession
Potentially I can be one of the greatest poets living
My lack of confidence it compliments the formal art
I compose at the Symposium, make control at the podium
Passive aggressive opinions never make a difference
So why they try and admit my flow isn't art?
The fact I be writing in the paper because it glistens
Convincing people to listen, for instance my intuition
It saddens me though, I walk into a room with inhibitions
In addition to a Triton confirming any suspicion that my vision was conflicted by a minor contradiction
And my mission was affected by giving you this message
They tell me I'm impeccable, rapping like a professional
Words using to deceive, I need a moment to breathe
I got voices in my head, they're never refusing to leave
They're all speaking at once, my brain is so overpopulated
Pick the pen up put it to the paper discombobulated
Failure is not a accident, it's actually an action
It's the act to have an opportunity and passing with the lack of passion
You're relaxing to imagine what you fabricated
Fascinated while you take a break on the sideline
Salivating, aggravated, dedicated, talking like you in the position to really regulate
Records never resonated, this track is a revelation amazing and legible and that's the picture of my written resignation

And you don't have to say a word, I know I need serious help
But I've been so depressed and lately I can't even help myself
All I think about is death, I said there's pain in my seclusion
No confusion, I'm suicidal I've come to that conclusion. LORD!

All I really needed was a little bit of time
And I've been talking to myself I don't think I'm going to be fine
And I've been trying to find what it really means to have a purpose
Whenever I feel deserving and the pain that I receive that you're observing
With your wise, your mind, body and soul
And comes under the ignorance that keeps you in control
And you're the type to sign your life away for all the things your life is just to fulfill your appetite
Despite the new rappers delight
In spite of all the warning signals I been ignoring the signs of my signature
It isn't glory it lyrically I'm synonymous, an artist over a columnist
No respect for a novice, they only notice the novelists
Prophetic with my ledger like my pen was Nostradamus'
I can't make any promises
The future pedestrian I'm a [?]
Section for your indigestion causing your indiscretion
Suggesting that my progression develops with an obsession
The topics that I'm addressing, accessing need procession
Proceeding with an inception I been in search of except
I'm surgical with a verb, a vernacular is my procedure
Extracting a sentence seizure with thousands of anesthesia
I'm jousting you with the truth while I'm drowning you with some honesty
I doubt you're not gonna believe I'm actually a beginner
With aspirations of being a Pulitzer prize winner
Don't look so surprised nigga, you plot my demise nigga

And you don't have to say a word, I know I need serious help
But I've been so depressed and lately I can't even help myself
All I think about is death, I said there's pain in my seclusion
No confusion, I'm suicidal I've come to that conclusion. LORD!

Please don't ever confuse it because I'm going to do it like a rapper never did it
When I finish the beat will be in a critical condition
Medical attention to the point that it never survives
I'm barely alive and never revived
With a berry with a very crucial crucifix I'm losing my religion in the moment
And I'm praying for a Torah and it says that I can meddle with the past
And wash away all my pain, I'm finally free at last or alas?