No dues paid to those recycling quotes
who bow down to the suits in power that put a price on the soul
A bit bitter sitting listening to hollow views,
you follow suit so why the fuck would I follow you?
Can't prove all the things you ain't got the heart to do,
I bet it's hard on you to talk drek but never follow through.
Wishing I could stop the battle with my past demons,
but have to write about them demons to enhance healing.

Wanting some success while my Mam's breathing;
hands reaching to the stars above the glass ceiling.
Can I equate to those I see when the telly's on?

Supporting all the lies, man you have to stop it;
if you fall for everything you stand for nothing.
Let my pen scribble til my hands are throbbing,
always finish what I've started, no plans of stopping (x2).

My Blue fire like Kawah Ijen;
au naturale shrubs smoldering within papaya stems.
Got some gold on my mind like a diadem,
fighting for the scraps of the Queen's throne inside the lion's den.

Wake up at the Witching hour with a gram's scent
as I hotbox the echo chamber then I grab a pen.
All the spirits in a glass spill on draft text
hands get forced to spell it out like a planchette.
I'm jotting for a couple hours then it's back to bed,
my mood dependant on emotion in a manic head.
I guess I haven't found the plan yet,
tryna leave more than indentations where my back rests.

Supporting all the lies, man you have to stop it;
if you fall for everything you stand for nulling.
Let my pen scribble til my hands are throbbing,
always finish what I've started, no plans of stopping