avoid the period bombs
mura list in song
dis daint eli lily wand
ima coordinate and dis band
the journal ate
eats is free but a bout dat city attorney
cruiser my address
sticky pads add evict
thadda dadda do over
trickles of my waltz
humps to the frame
church criminals begin same

My voice is horrible but I can hit rare notes and the music in my head I can sing very powerful vibration but I can't remember how or the words to sing... I seen live feeds of people singing and I know I can blow them away but I don't know how I don't want fame I just want people to feel these notes in my heart giving chills and shivers I hit very very powerful rhythms but can't write it and speak it ... these songs I'm freestyle in my thoughts  will break hearts ... where do I find my voices? I would love to share my talent and heal this sinful earth

If I ever disappear,
Don't go looking,
I will be long gone,
Far away with the winds.

But if you wish to hear me,
Lend an ear to the early breezes,
You will hear me voice,
Calling out, softly singing.

in my ink i tanslate light and dark paths
into the possibility of herstory
eden's remorse was for you
my season is upon me
and into history the world is weeping

debacle is past tense
good morning americans

Yesterday's memories,
now all left to be a fever dream.
Today's presence,
now all left to be a state of day.

I heard your called in my dream,
ironic is that you never answer me.
I tried the same method of your calling,
but when can I expect you to answer me?

Now we apart the world into two,
you departed in another zone.
Now I shouted in this reality tone,
Fever dream became too **** real.

The way I miss about you,
the way you cared about me,
I can't say now is not the same,
since you tried a way to left.

Shattered heart never same,
but what can I say since it's break.
Now I have a weird fever,
but we named it dream.

tell it a matrix
i finished sums of nanoscience
post calculus
award a job
learn a japan phd
he a past mentor
no name akira
lack a legend
get busy doe eyes in hair
thumper at the dumper aghora
no german expressionist
you stuck buck less in america
boring decorums
and a budget
out my pockets, not a chance
got the corruption
speech ruined in the deprivation
no applications
savant one tide
and no shores
still my employees
no comprehension the taxation
i'm where a money wanter
this style not funds for free
gotta qualify by mid terms
morning ink spent on cover ups
cover the body, body the works