Letras
I feel lust, I feel raw fixation
It's something in the room with tusks, trunks, and gray skin
I write poems on blue moons till day sings
If old habits make new tombs, I choose grave shifts
I felt my eyes diminish with every day shift
No lying when you past meet present, that's called fake tense
Can only give you trust if you choose to take it
But brace for repercussions like voodoo to Haitians
Who knew?
The quiet nigga'd always be the highest nigga
Think before you speak, you might just bless me with your silence
If everything you seek aint what you need let your desire whither
Is everything a joke, am I facetious, is this nihilism
Could the words I say dictate the weight of my existence
No time for these debates
Love me for me not my religion
He'd be wrong if Jesus came
And you'd be wrong if science killed him
But we'd be all okay if we learn to mind our business
I'm making windows like Billy Gates
And my mind on business
Won't tell my kinfolk bout tribulations and trials I witness
I put my heart in that tricky place
When I hide my feelings
I write my soul for ya entertainment
And die when I finish
No such thing as your validation
My word, my business
Temple infestation
How I balance soul with the riches
Talk to constellations
Hopefully the universe listen
But these revelations never come to use till I'm in em
I feel lust, I feel raw fixation
It's something in the room with tusks, trunks, and gray skin
I write poems on blue moons till day sings
If old habits make new tombs, I choose grave shifts
I felt my eyes diminish with every day shift
No lying when you past meet present, that's called fake tense
Can only give you trust if you choose to take it
But brace for repercussions like voodoo to Haitians
Who knew?