A pagan heart..
Keeps the cloud above my head raining hard..
But it keeps deception away and holds my ignorance at bay..
It plays..
A role in what I know, a role in what I’ll learn..
I burn- my own esteem, until respect is what I ’urn’..
My own person..
I live my life for me and how I want to..
And I can’t do myself wrong, so I picked the righteous path and followed through..
Till the end of my days, I’ll stand strong behind my cause..
Live fast and die young tattooed in scars across my heart..
The tale of discontent written in scars across my arm..
Perpetually alarmed..
But cigarettes help in maintaining my clam..
The nicotine ain’t half as addictive as the apprehension of harm..
Tell my story through verifiable psalms..
Got some purple in my blunt wrap, some purple in my cup..
I get lifted up…. And then I switch it up..
--visions are missing, freeze frames take the form of mobility..
Stability’s discontent, eventually getting rid of me..
Visibly standing rigidly, ain’t no way that you moving me..
Disproving me?..
Unlikely, I got more hops than a brewery..
That means I keep it jumpin’ and I’m always into something..
I’ll leave you slumpin’ and relatively fucked like kissing cousins..
A self employed hit man, you can’t get me off of this mission..
Leaving more people tortured than the Spanish inquisition..
A motherfucker they call me, fictitious figments try to enthrall me..
Insanity’s calling me, it’s got my phone off the hooks..