Load up the shooter,
Inflate the drama,
It’s all the same to me,
I’d rather have the dirty laundry flying my shit through the air,
Because I spread when I ain’t there.
I feel only pity for those that only saw incarceration,
As if the ground didn’t already vibrantly dissipate into infinite promotion where one begins to remiss the days they spent alive and well still uncracked in their shell.
It doesn’t matter if I go slow or fast,
It’s all the same steps towards victory even when thousands of malicious snakes stay on their trodden path,
I would say they’re fake and pretentious,
But I would only further the bruise into our eye.
We know each other because your life came from mine,
We crossed paths in the same room before we were even alive.
I need you to dive and lose your mind,
Only then will you breakthrough to a purpose that will you breathless,
I felt the exact moment you experienced an unimaginable chaos,
I know you felt this.
Every word and every sentence will be the handrail to guide you up these steps,
Enough so that to be burned is enough to feel the compromise of accepting wealth even when it hurts.
Inside the most important things are kept silent,
With an added ability to add an extra inconceivable layer to perception,
And have an unfettered past rewind until red becomes your only reflection.
