Lately feels like the ground collapse from up under me

Sip from the flower on Rosery crosses mother bee/

Flying during a storm trying to dodge every drop/

Before it falls on my cells and I'm forced to plop/

On the ground I ain't have too much respect for/

Many over here on the ground thinking that they special/

Snowflakes but like everyone else they was caught in the wind/

Just like me, in a time id pretend/

Just to feel closer to the idea of kin/



The pain from me taken and expressed through a pen/

But I put my fist In my pocket & realize it's a sure shot that/

with no money I can't make a damn thing/

And now I'm over here thinking that the boat will sink

Relations taken to the seas and in my heart/

Was alone from the start

Seperate syllables and that all one etched on the bark/

Of the tree I found in the backwoods/

The flem in my throat clash good/

With the saliva I swallowed out of nervous expression

Yea he stutter in sentence/

Pigeon toed bestowed with the blessings

Smoke alone just to re account the lessons

Red eyes red eyes look up to grey clouds

It just ain't the same now

I don't hear what they say now

Only been a year and I'm jerkin tears

For jerks who were full of fear

My peers

In Highschool classes

Wonder why we oppose the nature of magnets

And push away to resist

This crude word known as existence

And I say this with my fist clenched

I am not a statistic

Ima go and get it

Not willing to rollover over and finished

Chains and shackles attract he'd to a system

That promotes me to be vile

Reconcile reconcile the days where my parents would shout Kyle where are you going

I'm not sure but I'm running slowly

clothes tailing in the wind I'm stout

Flowing

in repressed thoughts and motions going

Contradicting constantly learning the plot thicken

Hate who I see in the mirrors

Im defensive

And restless

Has dreams but also has a preference

The privilege of my thoughts

As if I have a choice

The days get longer were surely Moist

From all the sweat that drenched me

And the things I think of that you can't see

Nah nah nah that can't be

There must be an answer

I said a year ago in my banter

The past a memory takes the form of a phantom

A million ways to be considered a bad man

in this world

Enchanted by words

That make an exit

Over the tongue expressive

It's not what goes in

It's what comes out that defiles you

Reflect the nature of a child mute

Pure don't have to shoot

Weapons of Babylon highly rude

To the mother

Up under on the top

As above so below now the floor it mocks

Laughing at me laughing at me

Room with four walls