Third verse I've ever wrote so please voice any comments to help me!! 
I’m a constant convalescent, I’m viewed as aggressive,
I live by my anti-depressant, my bad mood’s incessant,
They say that I’m too possessive I exude excessive,
But the fuckin’ pages of my mind are all strewed shits not in order,
Stuck up on my lines is a sign, shows I’m broke, closed out of order,
No luck now I’m losing out on time, seems like each day gets shorter,
I said I’m losing track of the mind, body left to slay this o.c. disorder,
I’m stuck trapped in this rap bind, why I can’t stop writin’ these damn lines,
Wrapped my wrists yeah I tried, but it’s like my own fingers ain’t mine,
Quit this rap shit and I'd find, out this game lingers I can’t control when I rhyme,
Why can’t I stop slow and freeze time, my own pendulum swinger I’d be fine,
Add back a new life at every chime, my speech moves back the hands of time,
(here) I’ll teach how to make mine cut'in unwind, (hah) just reach back hit that button rewind
That beginning part was an attempt at some sort of slower build-up into the verse, IDK if it worked or w/e
