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I'm at New York, Twin Towers spot and I'm just going to get into it.
I don't really get it myself how inspiration comes in burts
and sometimes it feels like my creative lucks been cursed
but i'll row the boat, ride the waves, life's but a dream
lucid living, you can still find me fluid drifting right up the stream
i'll never die on ***, it's a trip to me, but ill take a vine of death and sip the tea,
give my mind a check, skip the plea, try and forget it appears instantly, vividly i remember
the imagery just a member of a symphony, in symmetry with the center of all consistency,
enter epiphany
let that sink in, I can take this feeling I'm feeling inside and let it out on stage,
never thought the speech im speaking could change lives putting it down on page, I'm
thinking I found my lane, put on a show to astound amaze, pursue my true will, let me
out this cage
I'm burning up feeling, 105, need medical personel to come to my side, Im sick I want
a nurse with nothing to hide, make the most of the worst I'm *** alive, It doesn't
matter how high, up in the sky, some blew up from inside and cant last at all, So i'm
focused like I overdosed on Adderall, watch the towers explode, look how fast they fall