The grass is green and overgrown The sound machine is Out of tone It’s hard in this world Alone
As I lay dying I can’t help but say I might beat this I may
Filling in the gaps Not completing the spots Laying in the Earth And thinking a lot I shout up to Heaven
What is skin? Does it hold the soul in? So we can be forgiven? Yeah, race doesn’t matter. Oh it does?!
It’s all just tender expressions Spender of cash On dreadful obsessions Sender of trashed Vocal confessions
Fill your days with Productivity. Challenge your thoughts Through activities. It leads to spouts
The beginning is coming here Where we used to play Sometimes we would laugh Or walk all day Then our feet would rise from the…
My mind has three sections Front Middle And Back And Back is important
My brain is on a Manual shift From the words that fall From your lips Come on now
Most of the time hard work goes unnoticed. But in the mind I must stay focused. It’s yours, not mine
Death come for all us All of us alike... So why are we concerned With color and height?
Perfect placement Peaceful patience Unwritten statements Grass and pavement Than the wave hit
I thought I loved you From the things I calculated But I realized it’s just to compl… Honostly the feeling has just fade… Love and lust are not close they a…
Can start with Difference Everything, you go with Same Do gets This but What remains.... Truth, do not wait
I’m in a spiral into ambition And nothing is viral Unless the condition Dances awhile And has a mission
