sweat dripping from my thighs grey tank glued on me i still got you on my mind the world ending right before my eyes murders crying wolf my generation getting gassed and kidnapped in the streets of LA, MIA, NYC, BA, CIN drowning my days with tyler, the creator humming to me hoping to feel something the way you used to make me feel when we parted ways until our next life time
politicians hungry to violate civil rights black, brown, trans manifesting it in their dreams they have it written in human blood without a mask on to shield them from the disease that is their greed
my perception jaded my thoughts paralyzed my body aching might hit that pen canβt even pick up a pen having more time than my 20 years of existence