Fumbling ,tripping

Simping ,ditching

recited and accepted

A cadence In our souls imbued

Belonged to the streets and now? Oh sheet!

Darkness from within,hundred mistakes per blink.

Let’s not talk about the weird news in your feeds.

Reminds me of the ‘sitakudge‘ anthem here in my country yet,

Their laser judgy eyes have the eyes to scorch you sinner!!

God forbid. Right? I’m sorry I asked you not to with a knife on your throat.

Days you wake up feeling better than everyone else and others you crawl thro with the it is what it is sentiment

The equilibrate is we all hard no rehearsal in this gig called life

And in the end, we are all like tommorow be nice to be me.

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