Essam Temuri - Difficult lyrics

[Verse 1: Essam Temuri] These words are so hard to form the Picture I attend, man, I wreck myself, and Try to plan, over the surface, but these distortions Are hard to make so, I go on these weird tangents That probably don't mean anything, as long As the medic don't get involved-with these difficulties I would like to pronounce, as obsolete, but everything I have is k**ing me slowly-that I question its resiliency- Probably, the future I have would be with this cursed urge A moment in time when I would just be a sitting duck, oh how I would fail everyone who I would truly love Man all I can do is paint these dark pictures-abstract To the point where liquor, can not even decipher it So I just sit with my pitcher, of water And show these pictures to the world-that curse At me in return [Verse 2: Essam Temuri] Oh Lord-I attend on one thing, and the Product is another-the picture of Forever is locked in my mind, with my desires And it won't come up with grave efforts It is useless for me to speak to another, body Or soul-I hate this cold world-that deep inside me Is the burden of comfort-that is partnered with My lack of hunger-these abstract pictures aren't Helping, doesn't that reign true? To the plebeian, whose favorite symphony Is heard frequently, in this digital age, but My voice is still lost amongst the ice age Of rejection that fits perfectly in the Balled up fist of the critic-who enjoys simplicity More than content-oh if Hitler was alive, then my art Would be deemed as degenerate, being burned amongst The Pablo Pica**os, and the rest of modern pieces [Verse 3: Essam Temuri] Mindset different-extremely difficult, to decipher- Almost pitiful, that I can spit so many words, but One doesn't stand out-along with the incoherent paragraphs That ties into nonsense philosophy, and blends in With the pictures of myself-man. I can make C major Dark-something that is going to prevalent in the next track A reject, so blunt that I can not understand Kendrick, but Somehow I can feel him man My rhetoric is not eloquent-far from poetic-not even Musical-almost whimsical, susceptible to being being laughed At by the kids who believe in clergy's miracles Instead of themselves. Not reading Surah 13 Ayat 10-oh Here I go with these weird tangents-that make my mind blow And make y'all question my sanity you-what should I do with this cold world