Composure

Damn, I got so close to getting closure

Brains sharper but my hearts grown colder

Too many times where I was a pushover

Now I'm left searching for a four leaf clover

Cannot let my pride go and hinder

Me from getting closer to the fifth of November

Vendetta I'm a real contender

Attack formation

Bitch I'll never surrender

Give me what you got

Bitch I stay ready

My thoughts twisted

But my finger stays steady

Instincts telling me to keep betting on myself

So I can get to where I'm heading

But my focus never moves like I'm a boulder

I'm so fucking high but life's making me sober

Had to always stay level keeping my composure

It ain't fucking over, 'til I say it's fucking over

All these realisations racing

Through my head

Like I'm riding on a spaceship

Taking off, damn, this world is what I make it

I'm so close I can motherfucking taste it

Dig deep keep exploring

Change only ever comes without a warning

In the pain is the moral of the story

In the battle you're not thinking 'bout the glory

How do I recover if I'm dealing?

Complications breaking through the glass ceiling

Words mean nothing when your actions are revealing

What's the root of all my dangerous feelings?

Full steam ahead straight for collision

On a crash course from being lost in transmission

Long overdue, fuck asking for permission

What's my motherfucking life if I ain't living with intention?