who knew?

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?