change direction every five months, i guess that’s just what time does to smile is tough, but so’s my skin so my teeth are looking like the sun pray the heat can’t fight us off, the plight of us was slightly fun, sometimes like “maybe we don’t fight enough” right? started having fears, figured maybe i’d starting writing some you try divide the sums, it’s mighty tough i’m tired and stuff, you know i’m trying mum forgive me when my kindness runs thin like lines of love and - plate full of nothing, pray doing nothing, same movement - shrugging 🤷‍♀️ stay mute in public, snakes pull at the leg plays pressed and face all disgusted placing my trust in the same friends that shave heads and make more than money they called it something, i saw it coming like a baseball to the head can’t afford to plummet so i make sure that i’m dead at the proper times fire like fry’s head, cold like i’m on some ice cops heard the argument, they should’ve saw inside matter fact, i wish they saw inside it’s all alright, i’m sort of lying, you know, telling porky-pies, writing all but light, still i’m writing with a quill like the back of porcupines i hurt to touch, acting like she never saw the spikes, of course i’m high, they just ignored the signs pour a pint for all of my forgotten lines, immediately somebody you thought of trying, come see if it’s we really just after a seat at the seat, you don’t want the lines that i’m keeping to me i see the defeat in all their eyes, they’re going toward it with speed in their feet i walk to mine, that tortoise pride, a measly decree, at least that’s the way it’s seeming to be

feet plant quick, no technical advancements i’m just getting better when i rant, shit hugging the woman that my father put his hands on rap well, it’s nothing to clap for, i bite when i - it’s something to do, i might buy a zoo next, run an open bar there and sometimes host funerals that gorillas officiate strong like taste of some listerine, fell in love everything i strayed from eventually, you know what i mean? because i don’t know what i really mean walk a tightrope made of silly string, man i’m really him but just because i’m listening doesn’t mean i give a shit it’s never everything, it’s just a glimpse within i still print it big it’s been a year plus and i’m still adjusting to everything like it’s just setting in if it wasn’t lost, i wonder how quick she would’ve ripped off that motherfucking wedding ring cheap chatter piss weak, like really not shit to me at the seat’s precipice, i predicate upon it ‘cause i can looking at his ashes deadpan, face the resting bitch i don’t like that line but i said it still i don’t like to lie but i bet i will i might move to queensland, a couple months, i’m talking three max, i might need to leave zac, be surrounded by more trees, sand, you know, relax - because that’d be the reason i can’t pretend, i miss her like i need her miss her like i’ve been hit with a fever miss her like - other things, the distance is tough, amidst other things sincere utterances, other things that a thing can’t fucking mean i almost cried when she complimented my subtlety amidst other things that could make me fucking weep

didn’t pass the patience test, every day i get up fast and bang my head, forget to pray for them better to stay prepared so i’m sleeping in a safety net say my piece and then it’s pages shred weed was the only piece of persuasion left as far as breathing in a day of air went i could take the stress, the unknowns were what made the mess a match made in hell, i was escaping through the air vents that was where it went pear-shaped, everything debt takes, bare your best dead face, that’s the only escape everything explained, everything gets paid off when you shred pages entered zero, left ageless, set dates for your next paycheque, that’s momentous, like a birthday every two weeks news leaks, two hands stretching with some new screams, wretched heart hidden under loose tee’s i would do everything i did again and again there was hope in my youth but i remember getting sick more than i remember going to zoo’s i was under chairs and tables, i was turning six, i didn’t know what to do, i still don’t know what to do the reading journals that i wrote with a spoon, messy stuff, the holding photos of the frozen at room temperature, the bruised and the tough the wounds never healed, the proof’s in the trust the group better yield, i’m here like the truth never was it’s sick in my genes, you couldn’t out-sick the sick that i’ve seen, sick as i seem, i’m well now but it’s sick that i’ll leave sicker man sics a dog on a poor man sicker asks for more yet the sick can't stand sicker can't sort, the floors slammed sicker asks for another helping hand while the sick can't sort their life fam sicker takes more from the sick man, how's that sicko not banned? when the sycamore sips from the simple grave where the bourgeoisie's head lay that's when sicker pays under the tree rotting in their shallow grave to sync with the psychopath from the ruling days I syncopate with these beats on which I lay spread the word, I number the sicker's days head out on turmoil, the fatal toils that the witch's could only try to boil and I cough back, not at the smack but fuck off over all of that when the helping starts make sure it's done in all parts

eric and kori, bella, the censored few there were before me, never resent the two lies told before the truth, beware the truth i’m scared so i’m bearing tooth i have a lot of t-shirts, i only wear a few - the biggest ones this shit becomes easy when you’ve given up but then it isn’t fun unless i think i’ve won the rapping was the easy part, from the writing to the speaking part all the trees were palm, we ripped the leaves off with our greasy palms, the hardest part was getting up when i was seven went with granny to the cinema, i think we saw fantastic mr fox then i turned eighteen, i mean, you blink it’s done ticking hearts give it up to clots in a minute, bruh of course i cracked, my heart just wasn’t ready for a loss like that a cross for each hair on my back, a thought for each snare or hi-hat, trauma took my childhood, of course i rap my thoughts bite back, got a mum that god might snatch it’s just an hour for the odd five grams, of course time passed well-practiced with running so of course i’m fast, his ghost still caught my ass eric and kori, bella, the censored few shut the fuck up before we have to censor you shaking like a daffodil in the wind taking what i have to lose with a grip a torchlight couldn’t crack through until habits loosen again, my tracks through the fence are the proof of my sin, gap-toothed demands looting my hands hand in hand, dad brought his suit to the sand and planned and planned my father just like harden, passed without looking my heart was hardened but i still felt it like a coward couldn’t, couple weeks where every hour stood still commencements differed to conclusions until i found the bookends now i’m shaking like a folk singer’s voice years later, now we’re bigger boys still making silly choices, now it’s bigger voids that we filled with noises ‘till we’re voiceless but i’m stronger than i’m quiet every word is worth a fucking billion as long as i’m beside it still stretch the hard truth like jake trying to get a wish don’t remember last june but may my decembers sing retched when the devil brought a tray with my head on it i was very hungry, so i ate it and everything guilt is very taxing, but everyone evades it eventually