Open Mic: Return of Kain ft chain

Chain
Kay

Smoked an ounce of loud where hope’s a silent threat
Deep in my chambers where no’s pronounced as yes
Scoped around, depressed, I’m holding down the stress
Rivers turned to blood where the locusts found my nest
Cloaked the rage, I paused to post a smiley, vexed…
Enough to feel offended when they joke about Tourette’s
Feeling like a coward but I know about the rest   
Ey’ body’s Abraham till they only child is next
Hypocrite, faking it, quoting Malcolm X
Righteous I am not but I won’t allow my ex…
To double time her man still poking out his chest
Lonely, deprived of the joy known as shower sex
It is not a win when I soak the couch with sweat
Forced to feel the pain of a thousand fucking deaths
Rope around my neck, I’m falling off a barstool
Used to be the best but I’m falling off with bars too


Friend once asked me "what would YOU class as defeat?"
"How bout no electricity, heating wipin' your ass on the sheets?"
Even after retreats?.."Glass on the floor no plasters for feet"
"Or the disasters you eat, tins in your mouth blastin' ur teeth"
Used to laugh at the weak, id be laughin' for weeks
Claimed the heartless retreat, now in the darkness i speak
Start to feel weak, grab the liquid injectin' it fast
Slump back n realize, ONLY light in my life reflects off the glass
Filthy walls, no family photo's on display...check
Slappin' play on tape deck, thinkin' of the album i aint made yet
Stand up, Walking like im sixty years old, jerky
Like a child on boxing day, forced to suffer with cold turkey
Fuck that, ima be rich soon, take money split it than half it  
staring anxiously at the hole in the wall from my last trip
Dropped an ounce on the bed, shit still sits there
Brushing my rough beard and my stylishly messy thick hair
Mum dunno what she's talking about i livin' the life
I may even go out next month, find a hot girl i consider a wife