Levels of Wacker Drive

Walking in the world day

Can't ease or stop

I was lost on lower Wacker

Where da trees don't talk

Had to trip on a heart joke

Everybody want to smoke

Till they ass get smoked

I wasn't living on reggie

I was living on fuck me

Before you could ever love me

I'on do flowers in towers

Cut my throat in this hour

When does it all feel so sour

And you can't cope with some power

When they love to abandon you dire

I never can cope up the fire

I never can fan with the fire

I always alone when I'm tired

I write when I'm full of the desire

My mind is an open multiplier

How many thoughts do I have to aspire to

Just to say I'm (un)like you

Since when did I had to go call it mine

I was living in a hollow mind

Fitted for the only line

I ain't been outside

Hold up wait

I been on some healing

Blow up aye

Catch a motherfucker outside and don't awake up

I wonder how my dreams use to live in a layup

Make it outta the hood just to make another system

Living in apparatus of a rhythm

I wonder how the world looked outside before I

Was thrown in it's prism (prison)

Or grown in it to be risen

While my Phone ringing with the touch screen

I can't touch dreams

I've lost steam

I had to walk between my own thoughts of things

And forget what it all means

Everyday variables

Varying schedules

Take it in edibles

Just to be legible

Talking to my doctor

Like refine my gender

Un-define these feelings

Steeped in the present

Cut like a crescent

Queer with an essence

Of adolescence

Wasn't holy presence

Was brutal violence

Open sirens

Abusive (ap)parent

Its (ap)parent broke my real

Changed my feel

Taught me things of all these things

That I can't see

That I can't (can) be

Taught me things of all these things

That I can't see

That I can't (can) be

Just to

Feel better

If you

Would you would

People wanna wait up when they

Try to go sleep on me

Got beef on me

Before I

Lived in my only truth

They came for my eagle eye

Built with they evil eye

I stroll with no people right

No righteousness with the sigh

Just ratchet-ness with my high

I came up on nothing right

I'm still on that nothing flight

My style in the wild of a child

But the affect just feel so mild

Harold's sauce chicken kitchen

Bitch I'm cooking lose the hooker

Chorus eye of Horus boredom

Knowledge ain't a totem

I thought you

I thought you knew

I thought you knew

I told' em

Slide up

With a ride up

When ya 'high up

Can't fly up

It feels real

Cause it feels real

Drop into the mix like I'm lonely

Always hit em up like an OG

Or any day

Your not just any face

Let me face it

I go by any way