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No one to thank but savage writer I feel my spirit switching The fire burning from this purgatory singing me I’ve been through them,
By savage writer3 years ago in Poets
My bottles? I love them broken My hearts? I love them broken My pockets? I love them broken My women? What women? I’m too preoccupied with my
Testing willpower I gained through the agonies of this simulation known as life through waves of where I measure vocabulary
I come from dirt I come from dirt Touched that, turned to gold Call it Midas Touched that, turned to gold Call it Midas
By savage writer4 years ago in Poets
Please forgive me I must rebel against the sand that has made my toes uncomfortable for so long I must level the field stolen from
Inside of my soul tendencies attaining purity are existing Never lost curiosity, never lost receptiveness A world such as this one
A is for Apple Absent from a reality which’ll never revert to normal again Aches handfuls of hearts for reasons they cannot resume their eviling
Civil unrest keeps a brother up throughout the night Chronic loneliness and fears of not being able to provide for my people keeps a brother
Too young to have thoughts of fatality and famine The coronavirus is nothing unfamiliar Remember the Spanish flu? Seeing a dead body lying in the
there are days i don’t want to be artistically expressive there are days i don’t want to upload another video there are days i’m
Of any sorority that I ever had the pleasure of collaborating with My best times were spent with Lambda Theta Alpha, they’re totally my favorite
Before the beat is done, there is a final saying for you all I’m at a point where my reality has shifted unpredictably since