This is a song about "Comic books"

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

From the street, with her books, looking in, as she passed,

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

He's in the books he's in the cites

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

I wrote in comic sans, ruminated in the chained wear,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Rapping turned to my benediction, bought books only nonfiction,