These Impressions

I used to compromise my honest life by honoring a stock of lies

So drawn to bein on the block impeded my own plot to rise

And treated youth like I would never see

This view I thought to die

Was all my ride was leading to by skeemin buke across the skies

Clouded cast a doubt entranced the people seeking out his bags

Leading back to feeding mouths

And demon spout from out a glass

But seapin in your breathing tubes upringing doom compounded panned

The screams throughout the scene that you just leave the room

Be out n spazz

Addicted to the instruments