…Sometimes I Write…
I lost my mind so I came and made my dreams a reality
And now they tryna strip me down and
make me a casualty Of war
is what I’m not tryna be
Im living to live not tryna die
These words be trapped in my mind like a complicated lie
They flow so effortlessly
You see I make this shyt look easy
My mind is an orgy of word play
My thoughts make love to me
My imagination fucks me
My soul orgasms similies
ever so softly they explode
Onto the page and then my words
Be tryna get heard,
tempted to take my show on a microphone tour