Push me to the ground, it’s the only level where I can find myself, and allow myself to stand, taller than what I was before. I beg you, I’ve seen the view from afar, giving up means shutting down my eyes, the flash of a blue sky, is the hunger I always had for my sight.
Strong was my intensity, a transport fled by enemies, I enter the world, to strike my core foundation, a great expectation. Wish I knew about my enemies? No! Because the only thing I ever wanted to know it is the naturalism, the real me to strike in every position.
Running to my enemies is a flood full of questions, It could have been pink or blue, shut the fuck up you ran cause you’re a fool. The fuel to life is the food, no feeding stomachs because you’re poor.
I cancel the limelight for a lemon, that’s what life kept on giving as a first aid. Bring the juice, release the sugar, for a different life I could taste, or a different question I could raise. I’m torn stuck between the world of beauty the possibility and money the root to cruelty, stuck in belief, of this life that chose me. I’m fighting, I’m constantly fighting seeking for answers on the raw line.
Suck up my raw mind, put in your rare kinds. You told me I would live, money the root to all evil I still leak, blood everyday, mines everywhere, it’s a different life we live.