losin grip

flippin scripts, its a trip how we live this sh!t. lips dried n ripped, constantly openin a new split. it's bullsh!t n ludicrous, how life hits when we're losin grip. thinkin it, when where gonna hold on 2 it. spittin words hittin nerves. jus 2 be curved n thrown back is absurd, 2 the 3rd power of wantin 2 be heard. that's for sure. visions blurred n feelins hurt. livin days insecure, turnin on slurred letters of who we were. n yet still da facts remains the same. either go insane or maintain. explain 2 self ones own selfish ways or fade. grown n live to see another day. inna way that today is what's left of yesterday. yet feelin da same seems 2 leak out pain. da game changed when names rain. purin n placin blame. face caught up in shape shiftin shades of gray. only to exchange words of a dyin fate. as hate squeezes loves debate. uncontrolled n irate. there's somethin in it that was fake. but now it's a lil 2 late. we've escaped. memories erased. tastin da misplaced graze of grace. trimmed in lace. left inna open space 2 find ones self is inna open n closed closed case. losin da race one no longer feels safe. in it's a shame we force a smile upon the sun rays.