Morning Mist

I'm an old man now

Almost 30 years old and now receiving handouts

I've got nothing really planned out

I'm an underground Soundcloud legend

I'm happy how it panned out

Made lifelong friends

Not chasing trends

This is what helped me to stand out

RIP Soundcloud

It's that damn TikTok, man

And it's that damn clout

Two sides to every story I don't wanna hear them

Rather be stubborn make my own events up

Left for dead in the desert seen oasis in your arms

What a waste no regard

In the waves of the sand no tree but I taste the cracks in your palm

Pain course through them all carry it like anchors in a sea of regret

Day of defeat marked on my calendar

So excited I been counting every minute every hour

I'm so scared of dying all alone

Rich or poor no one knows from your skeleton

Decompose decompress what a mess

Mangled by your words in a vacuum yeah I heard what you said

I don't mean no disrespect make you undress the wounds that you left

Don't address the trauma that you dealt

Don't forgive don't forget everyone has got a price

But I'm inexpensive

Shield is not included so I'll never be defensive

What a great purchase now I'll always be indebted

Don't forget to leave a message

I don't know what had happened to me

Reminiscing all the times where I'm acting too deep

Only thing mattered was the piece of paper when I get out

Or whether if I believe in a god or if I sense me a doubt

Swapping a different bubble while I'm not feeling appreciative

Just like the old one but feels different enough to differentiate it

Does it instantiate the things I wanna do while I still breathe?

Maybe it's just the system or my mindset; whatever my will leaves

I don't write as a native 'cause it just feels so escaping

Not until my cadence's waking its inner mind, I'm making—

A sense without a translation, no spit and shine but I'm aching

That all the stupid hating will ruin my training