oh shite, i think i mighte...

my first rap

and christ, i still end up sounding less than you
not or equal to, i still cant get that underscore key to work right
but i thought i'd try
i think i'll be alright tonight
no one knows about tomorrow though my heads not on my shoulders it's propped up by stilts that keep wobbling in the wind trying to find a nitch that fits
catastrophic bits of brain matter start to itch
typing by the bright lights my shadow swells and shrinks to his self-might
hopelessly hoping to be four each other and three to chase cats in the night
so we can prowl our own streets humming, looking over our shoulder, fingers drumming
subterranean devils climb up our laces strangling our ankles making us stomp out our footprint traces
we haven't been here we say
we haven't been here but that alleyway looks so familiar
as our confidence unwraps, detaches, and slinks off leaving us to shiver
bold as the person we used to be crouched in that ally cursing madly the bic wont light right and my left foot is starting to get frost bite

you smile and i cant tell if you're bluffing
even if you're not i still know, to you i'm nothing.