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

useless

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