not waiting for my wings to lift
He gifted me with a gift my gifts
message in riff
you connect and then i split
with no vision youre directionless
stylize my impediment He uses nothing when i wasnt equipped
dodge the subtle eclipse
dogs try to muffle muzzle my lisp
my words are missiles chiseled and crisp
i cut their vision into a prism for kicks
i print their -isms for a pit and past tense
my answer comes before their askin