I feel the need to bang my against the ball and
let my skull crack like a sunflower seed. Why?
because I rather mosh my way into an early grave
than electric slide into complacency. Ive become
deaf from people singing the blues when they deny their ebony tone
with an ivory sense of style.
I want you to see a reflection of
your multifaceted self and understand that I want to shelter you
from the storm, and its no reason for you to hide. But you rather wear
that plastic bag and asphyxiate cuz you're afraid of the acid rain that only exist in your