Repercussions ft. RnP

I ain't living right, how I'm posed to write when I ain't living life?

Plenty left on the table, won't get it tonight

Cadence became stable, you could sense it when I write

Piss on your wounds, I'm adding in salt to injury

Catch me in the 13th hour, you now witnessing wizardry

Fully auto jamming, that's an ill matic

But fuck it I'm still at it, till I make me an illmatic

Deprived myself, feelings, emotions

Admired myself for being devoted

Cut off my own feelings to reduce the hurt

Everytime I hit a ceiling I just make it work

I could prolly write a book