Collapse

i spit for the ghosts that i bottle n bury

the thoughts that i host when im hollow n wary

i talk to the notes in my phone like they holy

like only the code of the flow really know me

built in a warzone breathin thru morse tones

each bar stitched in the scar of a torso

each part mixed from the heart of a war poem

each dart hits like a shard from a war drone

i was never that kid with a clean slate

just a dream shaped scream in a dream state

now i speak with the beat like a deep fate

n the ink from the grief start to mutate

im a lab test turned to a black verse

with a backburn of a last nerve

every word that i pass hurt

i attack first then collapse earth