…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