Die ****, y'all tripped, I lean
On the God that I've seen,
When he met me in my dream,
took my hand and showed me reality
killed me dead with no helmet or memory
He told me he loved me, humbly
I told myself, I love myself, I discovered self.
Rescued from the depths of unconsciously living in debt giving the world every last cent without knowing how to manifest I was drained without sense.
Always on the defense, scared of present tense, did not dare to jump the broken fence and was stuck there burning incense.
Wire wrapped into A sole proprietors pair of socks she didn't know would fit her shoes, how dare you.
Doubt me!?
I doubt you. I doubt you could ever truly understand how much I could believe in you. Or how easy it is for me to write you off. It's not heartless, with more heart than I know what to do with, I'm just not stupid. I won't be wounded, unless by self.
Self is safe from self, and no one else.
Let's put the world to sleep and meet em all in their dreams,
give some prolific speech that has em waking up thinking,
Is this my ideal reality?