{Verse 1}

I came here with innate fears 

My brain seared in space the stardust

I was born from left you star struck

And in awe of my passion for 

Excersicing my right to free speech

I set aside the times that beefed me 

Into a better guy who tries to believe

Respect and mileage I weaponised it

Neglect the rhyming to the masters 

Care for the craft just stared at what I’m after

Which project on the blaire for the laughter

Spit vomit on the snare I’m a martyr 

I’m astronomically birthed 

Awej’s sonically worth honorary nerd

Solemnly served to this mockery world

Sick like gonorrhoea (shit man honestly erghhh)

Withstand the quicksand this that monopoly

Properly bitch slap with a kick stand 

Third planet dweller who went 

And learned how to get better

Served and acted clever

Until it burst out of letters

Lurched at the lever of life

Turned that shit into

Cursed cursive weapons of mine

Not a single person on this earth can

Disturb this nerd in his world that just blurts

And serves touches nerves clutches verbs

Punches vowels into fucking clouds something loud 

Is coming down from heaven’s doors it’s like an 

Avalanche in the camouflage of a lad with glasses

Stamping fast on a mountain slant aroused in parts with

Sounds that last for thousand millennials 

We’re vitamins and minerals I likened it to biblical

So I’m writing it with syllables

And I’m liking what I’m feeling all

I’m not gonna fucking rhyme with lyrical

(We don't have identical brains)

Speed goes by and dissects you at range

Believe those lies and try wrestle with fate

You’ll see shown pride like a fu-lly grown lion

With teeth so wide it’ll put your head on a plate

Imagine if Venus and mars were metres apart 

And if the world stopped turning we’d go leaping afar

No protection like a seat in a car or Jesus in barns

This is a genius with bars leaches still speechless from one

Teacher’s still teaching the class

3 verses on fountain a trilogy like Kings Diseases from Nas

I see the world through the eyes of a pen

Violence in men is a sign of trying to pretend

I’m likened to killing mics and being against sybarites

Thalidomide to a dimmer guy with beginner rhymes

Cut the beat like a scissor slice or save souls 

Like how SZA slides on a diving board above

Sea level hand me a mic with chords and a

Tea kettle so I can throw a fucking line like Steve Neville

I breathe fentanyl and I see devils 

And I certainly don’t give a shit about your gleam bezel 

{Verse 2}
I was messing around in a molecular cloud

With friends who allowed me to get in my pouch

Get the strength from it out turn my petulant frowns

Into messages sounds that I send from my mouth

A strenuous bout to pretend you was out

The lens that you now see death through is crowned

I put my pen to it now every small detail 

I dissected throughout fire set to your house

I am irregular with the shit im developing now

The names I share hold more weight than the chains you wear

My brain is there with the greatest 

Days I spend in the papers shave my pencil with razors

I made this stencil from education 

I gained from a baptism of fire, I stand missing

A bad symptom of activism 

So my hands whisking on pads listing 

I gear up, my ears stuck like I am listening 

Heavy is the mind that is seperate from the times 

Buried in my spine is a fragment from the future

Mixed with some spite with a memory from the loser

The energy ahead of me’s definitely an effigy

For restlessly sweatily pen at the ready readily

More than I’ll ever be goals set separately

Secretly because they need to be easily 

Moulded into what I need to be to be the me

I dreamed to be since a seed of tree 

The bogus head that’s hitting

That overwhelming needing of that

Feeling when you miss em 

Or that ceiling when you hit it 

You believe another shit and then the ball rolls

And it’s your fault and it’s small holes in your system

You see the glisten on writtens 

They bleed another need for living

I see the numbers I breathe the mission

I can even wonder what it means to listen

To me as someone who sees the vision

But leaves the hunger within me and lyrics

Ignores my care and desire for this art at which 

We stare and admire but judge so harshly

But this stuff’s so far reached

An ounce of emotion make’s em bounce when you show them

They think you should only put a certain amount in like Snowden

Nonchalance is intrinsic put in us

No wonder our limbics are within fucked

We’re just attention span zombies looking for

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