The “Talkin My Shit” Written Mixtape

Track 5

I wound easily
Fill cups quickly with tears two days overdue
Yet
I leave trails of gunpowder in my stroll 
Matches wet with sweat I spark up with snapped fingers
I take my bullets over easy
Pull slugs from my heart adding them to the ashtrays
I exist on dual plains
In multiple dimensions 
I don’t always understand my thunder
How I can be gold dust, shea butter and nitro glycerin all at once
I just know my bandages are dipped in deep purple
Because I’m still regal in this war