Conversations Over-grown Situations That plateau Habitations
Sniff Sniff I’m really high Sniff Sniff Just to get by Drip Drip
What is skin? Does it hold the soul in? So we can be forgiven? Yeah, race doesn’t matter. Oh it does?!
The grass is green and overgrown The sound machine is Out of tone It’s hard in this world Alone
Perfect placement Peaceful patience Unwritten statements Grass and pavement Than the wave hit
I am the paper inked And I am the paper I am the thoughts that think And I am the thinker I am the final drink
Treatments are not the same In a crowd full of people Achievements to blame Make us unequal So just go with your words
Fill your days with Productivity. Challenge your thoughts Through activities. It leads to spouts
Darkness and light Fight for my days Yet the darkness is the Shadow that stays Not evil, not depression
My brain is on a Manual shift From the words that fall From your lips Come on now
If it’s wanted then you can’t lack It was haunted then grew back So I flaunt it to dream I can ena… Dropping words without facts But somehow I feel and simple and…
It’s all just tender expressions Spender of cash On dreadful obsessions Sender of trashed Vocal confessions
It has stopped me with purpose On purpose What did I do to deserve this Oh yes I live where absurd is
I think outside the box Because I’m off the equinox I can walk and talk But I’m not a paradox Because I got the lock
Filling in the gaps Not completing the spots Laying in the Earth And thinking a lot I shout up to Heaven