White hills in my foggy swamp, memories flood my psyche,

I’m thinkin that you’re all I want and blackout when I’m frightened,

i’m writing what I’m thinking pure nostalgia,

stick my thumb in ripened fruit and wave it till the flies come,

peace is but a summon sign my outcome,

was evil passed the fog,

revelations that may code my spirit if this cap too strong,

growing love for doggie style and lost my taste for blonde,

a new grill changed my palette bout to pop off at my job,

trying to clip my **** quickly missed the points on how we vibe,

shift the tides in rooms to watch the moon from windows my,

smile as bright light siphoned from planets I belonged,

outside my body probably but for fear I drift too long,

and end up like the father in the further spirits warning, me….

I might run my fade I try to face me,

don’t seem like nothing phase me,

all alone my feels want your validation,

ashes in my candle smell like maybes,

confusion at it’s all time high now I’m tipping of this,

weight I press this pressure made me diamond now I’m vibrant,

can’t satiate my hunger as of lately sick I tell you,

how I feel when I finally understand it,

My tastebuds changing,

everything feel like thorns stuck in my sides I side with danger,

cant stop me

I’m a problem child with too much rage inside my body,

only show it around people that I don’t vibe with,

clock is ticking dynamite when it go off,

might just show you sides like I ain’t see the signs though they be clear as fuck,

only see what you need to when it’s convenient huh?