soaring high

my frontal lobe covered wit a

 

gucci cap on my head,

 

ahundro foes couldn't try

 

to match how i flex,

 

i miss the feeling

 

being attached to my bed,

 

kiss the head of the kitchen

 

is what I've always said,

 

 

i'ma big dog kinda

 

like a st bernard,

 

i'ma live large find me

 

fighting like a kaiju god,

 

with some deep bars written

 

down between the lines on the paper that i draw on,