Like a lot of people, I love music
Common sense, Lauryn Hill, Musiq Soul child, I need both conscious lyrics and something ignorant and hype to balance it out.
And I've come to the realization
that I've met neo-souls music's living personification

Supple and smooth and conscious at the same time
Melodic and nice to listen to, and she's definitely more than worth the investment of time
With a mind quicker than a .38 at a right wingers waist

Why I never bothered to try to speak to her in high school is a question so hard to answer my brain is gonna end up in space.

I walked into the fun house
I trod into the ball is mirrors
I looked around and quickly realized
That the wiggly and distorted reflections of me
Were by no means ordinary.

I looked at one mirror and saw myself
Crying over a skinned knee in first grade
And I saw myself again in another mirror oversized and indulging in gluttony.

I saw myself, looking on at various crushes in lust filled regret.

The moral of this trip into the hall if mirrors, is very simple. Look at yourself and you'll change what the mirrors reflect

I don't get you brain
You're practically impossible to find when I need to be awake
Yet when it's time for new to sleep
You're more active than San Andreas during a Richter scale measurable earthquake

I guess my internal clock is running on either Australia or japan's local time
Because I'm running out of reason to stay awake for this rhyme

I hate long distance
Relationships
Which is kinda hypocritical of me considering
How many times I've gone through it

Your heart was mailed first class
To someone a few thousand miles away
And I always had to ***** it all up
So that piece, with them it would always stay

I'm tired of chopping my heart
Into a bunch of amazon prime pieces
But I can't bring up the nerve to get to know someone on a first name basis
Let alone asking them out.

In this black and white world
It's uncommon for there to be any vibrance or color
The Crow begins to take flight again
Looking for something to feed on, my friends

The feathers falling into the snow, bloodstained and white, like a pomegranate was cut open, or the Crow has found its meal for tonight

What's it's meal you ask? My mind

Tell me do you know
How diamonds are formed?
After years of heat and pressure
Coal becomes so desirable

So black diamonds aren't rare
Rare in the slightest
Hell there's one walking down the street right now
Braided hair and skin so dark like Hershey's chocolate

Locks and supple lips and afros going across wide brown hips
Black diamonds walk among us, and believe me they're not to be missed

Pick the bones
And bones with a pick
Strip the flesh
You already took away the rest

Heart is missing
What's left of the brain is starting to mold over
Fillings gone down the throat of a wild wolf 3 trees over

Will someone find what's left of my dignity?
Along with what's left of my reaching or ability?
I don't know, to be perfectly frank
This mauling left me broken Down like a 3rd world country, post meeting the tank