the world is loud

and you’re allowed to sip tea

leave the crowd and you’re free

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when their gavel swings you flutter wings

so make sure the art is a master of piece

they’re wylin out and wylin me

till i speak (and i’m spoken)

i’m walking pierce with my focus

(distraction hides) and is waiting to strike

passion rising (and the steaming of psyche)

i’ll give you every little piece of me highly

slice me n***a take a bite

devour my flesh and you’ll be refreshed

(but i know) of what (you can’t theft)

a part of my soul that’ll i’ll never give

for a wicked bid i can’t turn a witch

(or the wizard) guarding myself from your magic wish

elixir drank and emotional potion (i turn away but don’t flinch)