Feeling buzzed, nothing kills the rhythm except an abnormal heart rythym. The sound of a heart that's lost its confidence. It's bad blood. As I free write, I look for closure through the rythym of rhymes before I realize I don't have to suffer from the stress of blowing a gasket, it's now just my truth which means it's just me, in eternal rythym of stortelling, which means it never goes wrong. My blood thins out, this serves as my aspirin, my medication of release therapy that freed my flow. I'm fluid now, I know you missed this side of me baby, wherever you wish to go tonight, I'm capable of taking you tonight. I'm medically cleared, there's no anxiety when I find myself here, it's just the rythym of life, which is clarity that makes the birds sing, I have a song now just for us, and nothing could take it away cause with that clarity I'm certain I wish to be with you for the rest of my life. I'm fortunate I finally let it out. We jump the broom as a jump into our generation, continuing the tradition but giving us new direction into our path, I thought I'd never cross the line in a good way, my past all behind me. So insecurities are checked at the door and that's the end of the line. Cause this is our song, and I have no doubts about it. Awaken my love!