Bird,Bird Bird

Verse 1(00:30)As I-give back a portion of stolen fortunes-I say/

Selfishness is my curse- I hope you don't hold it over-/

What I've been missing just for a minute/

This is just god- and maybe josh-

through The eyes of my dear siblings

My woes and suspicion-

had a sinner wishing-

That he-could heal the world and mention-

his every shadow that lit his position

I seen dollars- walk on it's own feet

masculinity-slash morality failed to meet- me

when I needed- advice amidst pain and

confusion

break it-then tool it-

We fail-just to inhale another's sigh and bitching

Back to wishing- you dropped your last inside the well,

oh well-instead of -always pulling life's cards-

is your deck wise enough- to last past-

every term and firm-

face that represent the pace of the human race-

looming danger beside the watchtower-

just to discover-a tractor beamer reflecting

the cosmos auras

nuts and bolts begin to shower-

I won't say- I found love and success- just yet

But I never been comfortable with standing in line

when my mother had left

Locking down my insecurities

Sewing the thread's of my duality

I might have weeded out the worst of me-

you see- the Right scrolls, enrolls me to new stages

Series of frequent rages

A root of numerous nucleus nuking

The bland and tasted

What have I wasted

 

Verse 2: (1:57) here's a lie-

just to begin

I feel I can only picture my end

And that can- be selling food stamps

just to hear the crowd voice scatter in rants

As a prospect, I expect more from a deity

to die in peace,

this can be simply difficult for the miserable

I had a demon for each bump-

but the grind had faded the

essence- that tuned your adolescence fetish

The more regrets and worry push me to the wall-

the tighter the hug's tend to go

My music should taste as good as it sound

Burning CD'S Prohibits

my repertoire to better exhibits

to remain within real figments

I fare pretty well in battle, dont i?

My evening prayers is red scares but can i?

Tell you in fear, i'm a Pisce

The Many me's, that duo alone is a pain in ones ass to be

I got the wit, I know my picks,

I know how useful my health kit is

In addition to my lonesome

The wrong friends-

I'll continue to bat a eye

If all my niggas wanna jump off a bridge- and die.

I'm down-

as long as niggas got a parachute

Reboot- then examined your soul for bad truth

Meanwhile

On the brink of burning your bible...

Wow.