I was out of breath faking my focus
Mind spacin like scopes face to face with the cosmos
Ages of time wasted
I hope there places I’m going ‘fore decaying as compost
No sweat make escapes when the walls close
Old friends traipse the length of the wrong
Road
Watch the day play out in third person spaced out but Earth’s turning when I wake, when I walk home
[Rapping!
On a dark and stormy night I write the same song as the day before
Waking up at eight to haul a blanket to the bas#ment floor
Sunshine through the blinds make my f#cking my face contort
Don’t know what to make of it
Ask what the f#ck I’m shaking for
Wander through the monitor
Take a tour
See the bonds that I wanted
Wishin me and my momma built the same rapport
Reflection begs the question what if I was
Stabbed in the back
Feel blades in my spine like a stegosaur
I only ever had the one hand of
Cards dealt to me
My universe expanded, off a gram of dark energy
Making plans branching like veteran gardener’s seeds
Then head to bed, crash like the brand a car fender eats
Look into the past for a foe or vice
Make my own hands shaky like I’m rollin dice
Know these shoulders’ ice
Face going poker so I know just when to hold ‘em and fold ‘em
The days goin by at a snails pace
It’s at the point the past tryna tailgate
The sh#t up in my brain is like a whale’s weight
Fighting with my inner child every time it’s a stalemate
Heading out alone with candy trails for a failsafe
Know solutions come in due time, Baby
But I got a lot to lose, that includes my patience
Tryna knot loose ties hit new highs in spite of what’s had my head spinning like a screwdriver lately
I was out of breath faking my focus
Mind spacin like scopes face to face with the cosmos
Ages of time wasted
I hope there places I’m going ‘fore decaying as compost
No sweat make escapes when the walls close
Old friends traipse the length of the wrong
Road
Watch the day play out in third person spaced out but Earth’s turning when I wake, when I walk home
Say that shit-
Let me ask you a question those people that-
If you ate my mic cause I said this n** gave me a fifteen thousand dollar play and said I’d be a federal
But you literally said this n** pulled up with a pound of weed and was hustling
That’s worse!
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