"Leaks in the Ceiling"

A lingual threat,
life and debt
this thought came to me
as a fever dream
compressed and dressed
with lines, forget the coke
this ain't no joke
the rain don't respect state rates,
and I'm sorry.
Your speedometer keeps climbing
on the highway,
should I offer up my time
to strategize with my enemies?
or is my conservative, competitive
nature racking up your
pace maker?
We're just trying to make end's meet;

are you against me?