Collision course of this orbit.
****. I'm torn.
Worn and pouring my soul in.
My heart is a merchant
You had stolen
More than gold. From my storage.
With no guard to enforce it
My love is enormous.
And the source. Is overflowing
And gorgeous
Rivers of hope. And love.
But the haters ignore this.
I'm ugly ina way.
But I got love in my corners
So before I go and talk on
Concerts fame and hip hop award shows.
May I be reminded of.
How I divorced myself from.
That form of microphone mortal distortion.
But cant escape the horror show.
I've been placed in collisional orbit.