VII - Metacognition Interlude lyrics

I'm in an identity crisis, venting, inventing my vices Twice as into the end of my life as I ever was, but not suicide, this life I believe to be fleeting and any decision I make only leads to the end That being said, I'm not always the wisest, life is a spiral of vision and sins I need a hand to be more than I am Little things change and I'm rarely aware of it Suddenly I've got a right to be arrogant When I'm in coach and I'm flying American? Huh But confidence isn't a crime, so don't get ahead of me. I can still body a beat with a surgeon's precision, division is part of my pedigree Making incisions in measures and ripping the cadence is honestly part of my specialty But I digress, digesting the message is harder when all you can see is the weaponry back to this rapping I'd give it all back if I knew that my faith was collapsing I'm cool with development long as the change doesn't cause me to hate myself after, I am no rapper Not in the traditional sense Perhaps in the visual sense But I still imagine you'd camp out to see me, by which I mean all of my visions intense/in tents I'm trying to change everything that I touch like no one has before and nobody will since this Yes I'm attempting to murder the beat, but none of my murder is senseless, sense this?