6-8-18
What lurks being the bails,
He hits me up like hay,
We are far and few between,
But leave all that to lay,
In the soil
With a soul
Full of turmoil,
And growing still today,
Hard to say
He's negative six feet tall,
And I could carry the world,
Still shoulder every fall,
When you leave,
When you crash, burn,
And try to teach,
It's a surprise
Every limit
I've fucking managed to reach,
It's getting hard,
Fucking granite to eat,
And I take for granted
Holes residing in my teeth,
The spaces they carve,
Remind me to fill,
And I don't know where my next meal is to eat,
But I know what's coming up,
Wanna tell the truth
And say I'm so down on my luck,
So down I'm in the magma,
Way beneath the rock,
And I can't feel, why the fuck,
Sometimes I don't know who I am,
And that's fine,
I'll ride backseat, appreciate the rush,
Watch the lights roll by,
And my window doesn't go up,
I told em hush,
You don't get it,
Why I step aside,
And it's enough,
To let go,
Let the branches take my paranoia,
Comb away the rise,
From my mouth to my lungs.
From the free fall 
To feel suspended
Like I'm hung,
Is it a jury I must face?
The people I've become,
The friends I've made inside myself,
That seem to go away,
Guess I've changed,
And the scenery is so aware these days,
Maybe I'd go back,
And maybe I'd rather stay,
You could throw blankets on the floor,
But either way,
I'll stick to your ceilings
And the caves under your eyes,
I'm sorry, I'm observant,
And I try,
To be there, in an essence,
And not just eye to eye,
Would you believe it if I said
I hit you up,
Just on a vibe?
String the Christmas lights along,
Any place that I can find,
I'll make this home,
For you, but still, for I,
I've got a taste for the clutter,
I wear clothes
Stitched for guys,
I swim up in the stars,
Dark skies, of the night,
And she says that I did her wrong,
But maybe pain is right,
And she puts the blame on me,
I don't trace,
The mistakes,
Of her life,
But still she paints up footprints,
Shines the spotlights,
Watch me change,
Watch my change,
Stack on counters,
Counteractions in the fountains,
You could wish
For who I was,
And who I am,
As if you've found it.
I've been founded,
Hit the pedals,
I'm so grounded,
But ain't nothing bout it stable.
It's all backwards,
Thumbtack words
To the floor,
Walk on mirrors
And the windows are all doors,
Parallels,
Slant words.
I'll dance on the rhymes
And they don't know just what rap worth,
And how the stabs hurt,
I always got my back turned,
So I focus on my own shit,
Take my shows up to Saturn.
⁃ (m.m)