Kunle Day - A Cynic's Health

Where I'm going
I'll need some help
Where I'm going
I ain't worried bout my health

Where I'm going In the absence
King sipping out this chalice of absinthe
Let it drip down my throat with a passion
Coat the coat of arms holding on to dawn

Bloody sheets
Bloody feet
Bloody (Me)

Heavy sight
Heavy Flow
Heavy (Me)

My blood so viscous I can barely breathe
Vessels constrict just to match the speed
Actually you ain't no athlete
Sit back casually
Grab that beer can
Sip that fear again
Kill that courage
I'm in a hurry I'm in a hurry again
Back to cussin and busting alone
Explicit images litter my phone
Litter my memory
She calling my phone what is she telling me
Everything neatly presented in a lie like
You can tell me anything long it's covered in lilac
Spent enough time ain't nothing that I can buy back

Tears well up in my eyes, what a feel what a vibe
What a time to be alive knowing only you can provide that

Typical cynical ion know how I allow that

My tongue been coated
Voice encoded
Sick the flow is
Pick the poet
Kick the killer
The realest Nigga
Punk the coolest
Snipe the ruthless
Whoop diddy whoop
He scooped it
Been eyeing a coupe
And when I get it Imma be so STOOPID
With all my homies now cooped in
Legs cramped in the back seat
I know

Okay I'm on timeline
Living for the moment
Where the life line
No time to be this cynical
This lifetime
Handling my business
On a tightrope
Papa said
Ain't nobody said it'd be a light load
Yet I'm feeling I'm finna fall off this tightrope
Cancelling my anger only I know
I be seeing red when my eyes close
Even tho my mood swings by hi lo
Lo hi
Simple with the rhythm gimme low fi
Honey you know you can't have the whole pie
You need more soul in this soul tie
Oh wow I'm the bad guy
With no expectation
Pnly exclamation
Bp been raisin
Telling me I gone crazy
No desired placement
When the white be lazy

Where I'm going
I'll need some help
Where I'm going
I ain't worried bout my health

Where I'm going In the absence
King sipping out this chalice of absinthe
Let it drip down my throat with a passion
Coat the coat of arms holding on to dawn

Bloody sheets
Bloody feet
Bloody (Me)

Heavy sight
Heavy Flow
Heavy (Me)

Written by:
Kunle Oloyede

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