just start writing
theres no use in fighting.
no use in lying.
providing lucid dreams
to all those "writing"
like follow my lead...die for your tithing
not one person likes miming
& all these words wouldnt be shit without timing
or writhing in pain...mining for soul
hidden in plain view
a couple stash houses
& a fetish for growth.
I sit in my living room
as I type every word to fit this mold
I vomit museums
as if my vibes was prophetic rhythym
still in love with somones daughter...grind until I get it