Ditto - kismet

I think I'm really growing too spastic
For much higher status or a platform and time
I will never manage
I'm stubborn and I stutter stupid
I relish in excellent grammar
Despite being underground exclusive
And the sum total is music for the wounded
This is for the humans, fobs, outcasts, and the new kids
This is for the students seeking solutions to they problems
This is for the ones with no fathers
To teach them how to tie they laces
On they two shoes, little children eating couscous
Confused with reading Confucius
Eustace clueless has accused us no courage excuses
Excuse me, Waiian haven't they introduced us?
Even if you feel muted, excluded
In this humid cubic garden polluted with tulips
They say that, way back, to throw stones in glass houses
De facto impactful, I try to trip the light fantastic
Tis' a classic, can you feel the magic?
I know we both know that this shit slaps, no cap
Written lyrics like the bible spiteful
You going drop a remix?
Been woke since the stone age
Our ancestor's apes, we walk among the dinosaurs
First, of all explore,
I can see you're enamored (huh)
Why don't you go grab a Kleenex
Wipe your snot and your tears
Your boy raps and spits facts just for fun (yes)
Once a month Imma eat these whack ass rappers
Chew 'em like gum toss the wrapper, what's for lunch?
Then let me paint a picture of a scenic portrait of my demons
Lest you mortal humans, take the form of a phoenix
I'm speaking, between it is a pilgrim
In his own little film with a broken heart and a promise
Still, he keeps it and he vomits
Mistakes, poems, and sonnets
Written by the calmest novice seeking solace (and he never)
I think I'm really feeling out of practice
Surrounding distractions attractive
I gotta move on and get past this
It was in the past tense
My thoughts mimic madness
Way too abstract and I'm tactless
I freefall from the cliff, smokes all night and the piff
I'm sober for a diff, I see ghosts and resist
I freefall from the cliff, smokes all night and the piff
Late-night drives but no whip, I wish I was equipped
Went home cease and decist, I feel home in your kiss
All gone, pacing back and forth
Making mental lists
Why am I lenient but abusing my penis?
From the source, flowing from the fountains
And the waterfalls, and the mountains
What will my efforts ever amount to?(huh)
When I count my sins by the thousands
My language is suited in fluid
Movement persistent when nobody listens
Eyes glued stuck to they phones and computers
My music is therapeutic, sound the trumpets
Recruiting an army of sages and eunuchs
Wielding they fruitful magic and tunics
I Freefall from the cliff, smokes all night, and the piff
I Freefall from the cliff

Written by:
Joshua Augustine Bakunawa

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