22.2023.05
When you think your voice doesn’t… they get to tell you who you are When you think your voice doesn’t… they get to tell you what you’ll l… When you think your voice doesn’t…
So sick of superficial Just give me something real Hearts made out of gold Or candy coated steel. Masks the main accessory.
Call in my favours Why, yes I will. Gifts from above Cause me a shrill. Walked through the desert
In need of resuscitation– I can n… It’s hard to see the forest when y… Circumstances beyond my control ha… How many more cuts– before I no l… Confusion sets in– is this another…
Asked for a sip of rain Weather man now forcasts a hurrica… I might say, This whole ask and you shall recei… Is getting a bit insane.
The way my mind rhymes You’d think I was a rapper. However in another time I was known as the clap-backer. Quick with my wit
Some days I just feel so lost in my head. Trying to move forward But it’s circles instead. Sacred soliloquies
Face in the dirt once again. As life peels back the layers of m… Secrets that hide deep within. Relative to those I call kin. Wounds to the core that run deep.
The dream of a lifetime Altering timelines Henosis paving the way. Freeing from cages A mission of sages
If I said I disliked words Would you try to understand? Just like you dislike numbers Maybe that’s the master plan. But I’m consigned to write
A role model in all of your right. With a heart that is dark as the n… True colors step into the light. Let me guess, all your life you ha… We all know the way that you play.
Back in the day we’d have our little cults. Fascist movements feeding to our faults. Now what if we turn
To see yourself within the mirror. What surprised you first– the mask… Hidden lies, secrets and tears. Dropped off the edge, the end is n… Gravity was never one to make you…
Righting the rhymes. Biding my time. Freeing my mind from these chains. Rushing’s for fools. Inept gets you schooled.
Real, raw and reckless with my mou… Doesn’t take much to get that side… Got a lot of shit I been keeping… Cat got my tongue or is it pride? Perpetual game without the seek– w…