[verse 1]

to the world in the evening, skies that believe in dylan
rise with the dawn im blue and im freezing in 'em
parchment is just to scribe and it just
describes something i just decided on plus
my tongue formed in a fork fuller, i talk colour
eat paint shit vowels and divorce others
u wanna get it with a player stop, every layer topped
dripping in ink, I wanna lay it off
thinking u want it till ur forms met
tissues for the tears formed, u cant imagine why i would scorn death
million thoughts make ur jaws wet
u hear the passage thru the corridors turning away as more left
u hear me a scream a rap in free verse
say it in 3 words honour and definition to be worse
offer apologies i give em none of
circle the sky above the followers I lost, to the withered runners

[hook]

but if u panic just, breathe and imagine us
the wind beneath my wings above is the planet's dust

[verse 2]

i wash my hands with bleach to turn away the high seas
burn in my chest, im shallow, tell me where to find these
and the dice freaks whenever my mind peaks
lined sheets written in litanies which denies each
give me disclaimers when i rap a chorus
when i enact as form as difficult given ul know the rap is porous
why watch or feel a certain way about
working a dagger to my people in the garden when im wading out
i wish on everything the cold way
so when i fold away ul be amazed at what the old say
my little sister says a sold out
but when i entered the garden i was reminded of my old doubts
features r waterproof and fickle that oughta do and
my very presence is tough the others oughta move me
u think im joking when i say letters
but believe it or not, your gonna realise im way better
i write some poetry thats lethal and deep just so u go at me,
lyrics from my cranium leaks
to be prophetic in the search for a passion
giving it up inside down when its flashing
what could i sieve it with this grains fine
slip in to my flayed mind hungry as writers hacking their visions in the same line
u heard the rockets here the 8th line
my poetry takes time hunger and spirit about to take mine
don't wanna sound generic very saw
when the sounds prevented coming on hard giving me many more
my features push you and my conscience pull it
from out a sponsored gullet give it me raw this one, i oughta cull it
in servitude im giving much back
its why i push back something for nothing is getting rushed back
right in the mix my deadly illix
in my mind, something harder i rarely desist