By Arcassin Burnham


The universe waits for no one,
now its time to get out of bed and breathe that fresh air,
the external lifeform without experience is a cry for help,
dies for wealth,
flu comas , mistreated health,
think for no one , think for yourself,
jump on the elevator and reach a light,
I don't mean death but whats inside,
I got nothing to hide,
I got nothing to hide,
But if you keep being asleep Imma have to step
a mile and call you sheep,
damaged interior when you reach your peak,
The soul is light but you do not speak,
And you do not open your eyes just to see,
And you know you got the vultures that creep,
No TLC.

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