Lamon said write a kama sutra of pizza eating positions back went out again, vicious got nothing to go on but intuition outliving God so I have the last sentence fuck a last word, pen burns hallucinogenic words so prophetic, after it’s over me and the heavens became telekinetic forever indebted to my indexes visions of my grandmother injecting medicine screaming protect your melanin jail cellin’ it, spiritual celibate death bed ridden sin loving the pain my soul was written in bathing in tears my heart is sitting in expressing my rage through rekindled pens until my end transcend doldrums pumped in brain stems falling in love with my shot gun limp from the land of marks and pimps selling my story with a sharkish grin Just me and my demons (yeah) Get on down, get on down Just me and my demons (yeah) Get on down, get on down Just me and my demons (yeah) Get on down, get on down Just me and my demons (yeah) Multi syllabic christenings school of Raebonics for the win spitting blood against the wind searching for the fire within Autonomy Music spins within A Trains into Manhattan, Fantastic Damage padded for the pain junkies and addicts hiding from sunlight, crying in the mattress Air Maxes, fire and matches matches the desire to pull ourselves higher black and brown sires ripped from their thrones souls spun through the globe as their identity is bled from their throats guns in the overcoat collecting souls for the ghosts starting wars from the money post PTSD from the concrete rose, I arose to new heights, fight or flight back packing with my demons in the dead of night, out of sight living this life, living this life