Kwa Moto

My soul on fire I'm in need of dire attention I'm a proud fuck up I'm done with trying repentance I'm unsure of what to ever say It's always sighs in my sentence My mind on a mission My shoe size lock you for fucking life in the prison My birth giver stifled decisions Me and my girl got chemistry But our love fighting fissions I swear we on fire We creating life with our mixtures I told her, get off instagram You living life through the pictures Her mouth top five like the senses Can't lie, I'm insecure So you know I slide through the mentions Ultralight beaming through my life like a rifle extension My mother pick a fight she now reigniting the tension Round the time when the ravens and titans Was securing playoff position Back when my steelers was winning, with big Ben The grin above my chin Hides feelings when life feeling grim My lights getting dim Find god, start the search from within Fuck rough, she hurting the pen I write blunt, so it hurt when I pen I pray my queen intervene and pick me up When my heart bleeding again My ego playing hide and seek when I sin I never lost, but at what cost Even when I win I'm weeping again, my nigga