eesaa - PFYT

My contribution to air pollution
And lack in waste management
Admission of emissions
From inside my plastic packaging
Batteries autonomy
Im plugged in, not planning it
Full percentage for the green
My green in deficit
Casting for the sea
My cargo damaging
Leaking for a story
Catalyst for troubled marketing
Psychological my posturing
Profits need my offering
Bakery for daily bread
Religious postulant
Photosynthesis as my offer spring
Back to dust bless you
My asthma sponsoring
Why you dusty
Built a tolerance
My soul first
Then my color rinse
She don't want love
She wants a following
It make her bada bing

My bothering the basis trembling
I've been caught up in the mix
Pass it on
Take some sense
Don't want to trouble it
Get it right
I need Omara with every print
If you don't know the colors
Don't try to color it
A healthy balance flourishing
Garden of my turbulence
I reap I sow and Gods above it all
Need reality a pinch
And then I missed the call, run it in
A fund a mental split up
That's a cent and mint
It left my brain
I need refresh again
I need refresh again

She got fifty cents but losing sense
Passive aggressive dividends
I'm left here with minimum
But if I make a million
A penny for your thoughts again
You change up my reality
And send it off with interest
I know just how you feel
To love and know that's not what it is
She's telling me good luck
I tell her, I appreciate it
Don't want to spin again
If a fish is just a fish
Why would I reel it in
I've only kept it realer than
If they shenan once they gon shenanigan
You make the challenge cinnamon
This time I can't be finnagan
I'm making deals with Benjamin
He gentleman
Birds and flowers of the field
I'm fresh again
On god that's what I'm telling them

Written by:
Issa Grimes

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