Landing

I'm still here in the stratosphere taking a rambling

Fill a vacant space with vague understanding

I'm underpaid but up a couple days on a mad ting

Better clear the runway when I'm landing

I ain't got no personal jet, my mind's a private plane

Turbulence and days at work see my flight delayed

I'm tryna shake the plight that's lurking, I will find a way

Say sayonara to what science says as I escape

And ain't forgetting where I came, but don't turn back

Resolving altercations, first things first, swerve that

Wonder what's burnt quicker, herb or my earnt cash

Crow smoke, I've only woke from my third nap

Stomping concrete till the earth's flat

Wonky is the bird sang

Commonly follow procedures, ain't rehearsed jack

Fat lady yet to be cued for the high notes

Pending as I get head from Medusa until I'm stoned

I soak a rhyme in niceness, tight flows, I have many

Saliva coated quotes till you dry as my January

Empathic as suppression spews CO2

Clued up on shenanigans, only a few that we won't do

A conclusion to confusion, I'll arrive soon

Quite true, I can do what I just put my mind to

Me, myself and I applies to you

Survival just a fiver in the eye of a typhoon to sky

But grief's not what I need

Flocks of opposition chiefs tryna dockle my peak

Probably plot behind the scenes of pedos

And neeks, a comic relief, I've seen

Struggle when poverty strikes

Not the type to cry at night over an orangey sky

Prefer to find a comical side in these rotten insides

Or go and wallow in the woes until your novelty dies

Questionable guidance, but as long as we aight

Mum graft for me and my brothers, quality of life

So I owe her mine and a flight to anywhere she like

Where the weather nice

Message in a rhyme, not pretentious like you petrified

Wet wipes when I get a mic