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