My other Wu-Tang name is ‘Drunken Wanderer’.
Moment of silence
It’s time to put the past behind us
Respond please to this state of crisis
The fire line has reached the height of finiteness
I know I’m the one who walked away
I had to in order to retain my sane
My mind would’ve simply slipped away
Never adapted to life in the slow lane
I’m sorry I can’t always articulate
I’ve found it hard to l*ve myself of late
Blood circulates through the veins
Trickle down ventriculate
In regard to my chosen squire
Mama said she don’t mind
If he be Einstein or a shoeshine
What matters most is that he be kind
Although I hit delete
Tried to cut these umbilical ties symbolically
You kept reappearing in my subliminal feed
It’s really nothing to do with thee