I don’t know.
I don't know anymore.
I don’t know
What is good, what's bad
What's alright, what's not
What's yes, what's no
What's okay and what's not okay
What's life, what's death.
He'll, I don’t know
What's hell in death or heaven on earth.
What's drowning in love to someone you don’t deserve?
What's gasping for air when air is everywhere?
What's dream about sky when we have no wings to fly?
From all of the rest, why her you have to put to rest?
When her son first contact with sun,
When the fly finally able to fly
Five hours later
Come the rain of pain
Come with cloud, carrying storm with it already a house
Flew across the field of Haiti,
Killing lives, destroying things.
No more plate to put my food on
No more spoon, no more fork,
Hell, even no more spork.
So I have to use my finger
This ***** little finger
I used it to have some fun with myself
I'm gonna use it to eat now
Gross as ****
But do I have choice?
Yeah, do you have choice?
Can you pick a and forget what b can give?
Or vice versa.
Or maybe we are too settled with A that we forgot that there is c?
Or perhaps, d until z?
Hell, even we maybe have 1,2,3
Too much choice? Pick one and regret
Pick another and repeat
Make another and make it great.
Tho my flow doesn’t actually flow,
And there's no story being told.
It just thoughts
Like a train
It went fast, faster than the rain.
Ain't nothing stopping it,
Not you, not her, not that not a thing.
Like why do you think that?
Why you? Why her? Why a thing is a thing?
Why couldn't it be a lot of bread
Or a pack of ****
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 2:06 AM UTC
I don’t know.
I don't know anymore.
I don’t know
What is good, what's bad
What's alright, what's not
What's yes, what's no
What's okay and what's not okay
What's life, what's death.
He'll, I don’t know
What's hell in death or heaven on earth.
What's drowning in love to someone you don’t deserve?
What's gasping for air when air is everywhere?
What's dream about sky when we have no wings to fly?
From all of the rest, why her you have to put to rest?
When her son first contact with sun,
When the fly finally able to fly
Five hours later
Come the rain of pain
Come with cloud, carrying storm with it already a house
Flew across the field of Haiti,
Killing lives, destroying things.
No more plate to put my food on
No more spoon, no more fork,
Hell, even no more spork.
So I have to use my finger
This ***** little finger
I used it to have some fun with myself
I'm gonna use it to eat now
Gross as ****
But do I have choice?
Yeah, do you have choice?
Can you pick a and forget what b can give?
Or vice versa.
Or maybe we are too settled with A that we forgot that there is c?
Or perhaps, d until z?
Hell, even we maybe have 1,2,3
Too much choice? Pick one and regret
Pick another and repeat
Make another and make it great.
Tho my flow doesn’t actually flow,
And there's no story being told.
It just thoughts
Like a train
It went fast, faster than the rain.
Ain't nothing stopping it,
Not you, not her, not that not a thing.
Like why do you think that?
Why you? Why her? Why a thing is a thing?
Why couldn't it be a lot of bread
Or a pack of ****