Artist: K.A.A.N. Album: Losing My Religion (S) Song: Losing My Religion Typed by: AZ Lyrics I've been standing in this corner for a week Losing my religion I feel like I'm talking in my sleep I been starring in the mothafuckin' mirror trying to find a reflection of the exception that any kind of conception Confessing I got the essence illuminating fluorescent finessing forever stressing the problems in my possession Potentially I can be one of the greatest poets living My lack of confidence it compliments the formal art I compose at the Symposium, make control at the podium Passive aggressive opinions never make a difference So why they try and admit my flow isn't art? The fact I be writing in the paper because it glistens Convincing people to listen, for instance my intuition It saddens me though, I walk into a room with inhibitions In addition to a Triton confirming any suspicion that my vision was conflicted by a minor contradiction And my mission was affected by giving you this message They tell me I'm impeccable, rapping like a professional Words using to deceive, I need a moment to breathe I got voices in my head, they're never refusing to leave They're all speaking at once, my brain is so overpopulated Pick the pen up put it to the paper discombobulated Failure is not a accident, it's actually an action It's the act to have an opportunity and passing with the lack of passion You're relaxing to imagine what you fabricated Fascinated while you take a break on the sideline Salivating, aggravated, dedicated, talking like you in the position to really regulate Records never resonated, this track is a revelation amazing and legible and that's the picture of my written resignation And you don't have to say a word, I know I need serious help But I've been so depressed and lately I can't even help myself All I think about is death, I said there's pain in my seclusion No confusion, I'm suicidal I've come to that conclusion. LORD! All I really needed was a little bit of time And I've been talking to myself I don't think I'm going to be fine And I've been trying to find what it really means to have a purpose Whenever I feel deserving and the pain that I receive that you're observing With your wise, your mind, body and soul And comes under the ignorance that keeps you in control And you're the type to sign your life away for all the things your life is just to fulfill your appetite Despite the new rappers delight In spite of all the warning signals I been ignoring the signs of my signature It isn't glory it lyrically I'm synonymous, an artist over a columnist No respect for a novice, they only notice the novelists Prophetic with my ledger like my pen was Nostradamus' I can't make any promises The future pedestrian I'm a [?] Section for your indigestion causing your indiscretion Suggesting that my progression develops with an obsession The topics that I'm addressing, accessing need procession Proceeding with an inception I been in search of except I'm surgical with a verb, a vernacular is my procedure Extracting a sentence seizure with thousands of anesthesia I'm jousting you with the truth while I'm drowning you with some honesty I doubt you're not gonna believe I'm actually a beginner With aspirations of being a Pulitzer prize winner Don't look so surprised nigga, you plot my demise nigga And you don't have to say a word, I know I need serious help But I've been so depressed and lately I can't even help myself All I think about is death, I said there's pain in my seclusion No confusion, I'm suicidal I've come to that conclusion. LORD! Please don't ever confuse it because I'm going to do it like a rapper never did it When I finish the beat will be in a critical condition Medical attention to the point that it never survives I'm barely alive and never revived With a berry with a very crucial crucifix I'm losing my religion in the moment And I'm praying for a Torah and it says that I can meddle with the past And wash away all my pain, I'm finally free at last or alas?