Rut Stuck Video (MV)

I'm just stuck in a rut

I'm just stuck in a rut

Not obsessed with being a rap god
Yes I am
No I'm not
This division wrought in my brain
Feel like I've been running in place
Though
Steady in pace
Now
Keepin' a face
How?
Can you relate?
To
The caged rage of
This brazen soliloquy?

Inherently
I'm down and out
I drown, in seas of doubt
Drought
Throughout my thoughts

Still I will stack bars from
Psychological scars
Now can you bring me the horizon?
Tell me, can you feel my heart?

Cause when I speak
These Obsolete MC's disappear
In the rear view mirror
Further than they appear
Relish their trembling fear
Leering back
Veering left into traffic, and reeking havoc
A tragic accident, distracted
By rapping my feelings through the mic
I'm burning bright
Blinded from the light at both ends
Slice my mental pie 9 different times
To try and find a piece of mind
But

Stuck in a rut
Spitting this stuff
For what?
So I can think about
How badly I want my wrists to be cut?
F*ck.

I'm just stuck in a rut

I'm just stuck in a rut

I been down out of luck

I'm just stuck in a rut

I been down out of luck

Though
There is nobody noticin'
I try not to be focusin'
On my losses
Might be strung out on niacin
Fight nihilistic nuances
The cost is
Intrepid memories

Hazed by honey Hennessy
The hailed heart of Tennessee
Relishing my relentless
Imaginary reverie

Well
It's plausibly possible
I'm Premature with presumptions
Corruption within my dysfunction
While demons jumping
In the back of my personal dungeon

This solitary cell
I built for myself
Now
Here's a slice of my hell

We live in a fallacy
Your opinion's irrelevant
Fake stained democracy
Totalitarian temperament
Propaganda message
Promoting all your irreverence

Posh or Pentecostal
They don't give a f*ck who's a martyr
They murder more maliciously
Than Machiavellian militia
Make me fear the masses
They got targets on their backs
For "terrorist" attacks
Facial recognition been tracing you on the map
And they wonder why I never relax
Facts

I'm just stuck in a rut

Oh wait you thought I was done
Naw
Little more fun to come
Kickin' out this chair under where my rope is strung
Isn't it fun?
Funny as puns?
It is to me
I am mentally done
Breaking my psyche way down to the grimy,
I know it ain't likely I'll ever be signin'
But steady inclining and never stop writing
Until I be biting the dust, trust

There's more where that came from, I promise you that....
Lemme know if you want that fast flow
With conscious rap
You know where to find me at
And if you don't
Well

It's Neutron I'm
Nesting in your Neurons
Yeah

Here's a slice of my hell

I'm just stuck in a rut

Here's a slice of my hell

I been down out of luck

Here's a slice of my hell

I been down out of luck