ever in a room w niggas and everybody talking but nobody listening voices get dissonant when they over each other trimming on the back of the last word never got to process the sentence now the convo is a figment of our egos pick and choose the key notes that you’ll misuse to finish off ya b-roll with no regard to limit how u come off to people wanna win it like a game we play when we feel unequal in our spirits but it’s keeping us from hearing the flaws in each other that we’d prolly find endearing if we dared to lend an ear for a minute for a second, i thought we were in a circus how we mimic each other’s words to benefit our purpose in the interaction and how niggas play it up but they really acting widdit on a role, like u must make the honor roll to scrimmage I see it, the product—sole of business like capital we buy into it cappin sold a lot of shit run it to me and you buy defense guarded, never open up talk a lot so we don’t know wassup nobody wants to get deeper than surface love isn’t in it the experience is working up my nerves I’m searching for something more immersive that serves a motive more than all-this-filled-w-nothings to control if we are sure of ourselves to each other hoping it gets across just helping each other scorn our beings in the interim a complex sentiment based on all a moment could’ve been if we went widdit in genuine desire to connect and to listen can’t connect, we different the best of you left w the bigger picture it’s messy to get with don’t wanna fester my spirit noise w/o intention is a pet peeve rather be alone w music and the best weed, writing lyrics u could text me maybe u could read me better but a lot of niggas left me on read just cuz I speak directly why are niggas gesturing to death? save the interpretative dance for what’s left of the art form how u talk love but don’t really got ur heart formed? speaking from ya trauma get the popcorn it’s a drama i will really wait until u honestly got off that one cuz im down to pay attention we are out the mental prison what u saying ain’t a sentence of your worth all the time always want the first word and the last be goodbye cuz i ain’t asking you why and getting nothing in response but a cry for help if u really want it u will try urself and make it clear your disguise ain’t revered like u try to tell ur mind we inclined to notice cuz we likely been aligned with the same plight at some point in time hope u find intermission I won’t be there to finish cuz my feelings is indifferent and it really ain’t my business when there’s no beneficial exchange in it so I think that we should end this a complex sentiment based on all a moment could’ve been if we went widdit in genuine desire to connect and to listen. to connect

we try to fathom life we attempt to gather existence then to add to why it’s rather hard to get it is each passerby feels exactly the same even though we can’t witness the process in their brains they whole and complete on they own terms without our say think of all the people we know we don’t know they pain then think of the people we don’t know we can’t explain how we all exist on this plane so different but same kinda questions same kinda lessons I don’t know ur life but I’m guessing based on the basic shit know a lot of ppl faking shit can’t touch the gist of the rest of us in this and how we exist though It’s a buss to think how the best of us can quit when it get low it won’t make no sense but it’s intense to feel in the moment stop roaming in your own shit open your eyes see that every soul is going thru it get out the hole and realize the whole shit got holes in it we clueless each human filled w experience that induces how they movin we try to fathom life we attempt to gather existence then to add to why it’s rather hard to get it is each passerby feels exactly the same even though we can’t witness the process in their brains they whole and complete on they own terms without our say think of all the people we know we don’t know they pain then think of the people we don’t know we can’t explain how we all exist on this plane so different but same kinda questions . . .

each walking moment it exists I’m functioning but subtly it persists that im slightly out of pocket moving to a wocky groove and I could be cocky about it but when it comes down to the blues I could write a tune around it I’m just adapting the cues come as force of habit many times hyper awareness reacting to the timing around me blind niggas astound me who got working eyes to use if they’re my mirror, then I found me closer than it appear to be taking up space w/ out me wanting to face that truth constantly making room for others feel like I’m smothering the views this ain’t a natural way to move for me i wonder if it is for u but I’m feeling out the loop i don’t got no choice but to be flying out the coop Y’all not dying when yall lose yall sense of self to fit into a order? all of what I know is I ain’t used to it no matter how much I use my will to glue to it it just be a nuisance to the nuanced nature of my being never one to succumb to what the crew want ima team of my own me’s a crowd and me alone we be too loud to mask the growth can’t fit with the average I did the mathematics repeatedly decided my merit is intact cuz I seem to be well had it and now I’m back to where I need to be Swell we crackin the codes to manage we back in dis hoe to damage shit Grappling, here I am don’t feel like they understand this shit Grappling, here I am don’t feel like they understand