Tap dance around insecurities.
A mess of self love, excusing all immaturity
as life starts to burden me.
Love’s lost and the matches started curvin me,
Burning me,
everybody pointing fingers.
Lack responsibility, wack selfperception, every conversation like a misconception Im misunderstood,
this is soulfood served to you raw,
flawless.
Guess I gotta make a free throw for them to see my point.
Still patiently waiting to reap what i’ve sowed,
the seeds rooting deep, but whos rooting for me?
for my growth?
who makes my boat float?
World on my shoulders’n imma need’em both.
If the world was a boulder id be sisyphus.
The way i’ve been pushing for days it’s ridiculous.
Its absurd, I surpass regular audiology,
using thirds I pass in hegelian ideologies.
Whats wrong with me?