Lunar cut smooth,
Too rough,
Don’t touch that gentle,
Not much to say, my mental bad,
You’re somethin safe,
Maybe I’m just too vicious at heart,
Symptoms of sickness,
Don’t listen too close,
Cause I whisper too hard,
Soft as it goes,
Whole while we lay, half exposed,
Choke from pearl of the roll,
Learn a new role, play a figure,
You can be just who you are,
& I’ll be an upstanding nigga,
Swing me like calm of the river,
Karma con carne,
I’m filled to the brim of the bowl,
Sold up my soul,
Who am I?
I don’t know.
Just call me zoë in mean time,
Catnip to feline,
But that’s besides the point,
Though I do realize my wrongs,
Struck down in song,
Sing a sin ever long-er,
Conjure a life where there ain’t no more plains to conquer,
Bark don’t mean bite & I sure as shit don’t wear no collar chain,
Brain in fight & my life at stake, my mental gone,
Pass me the knife, I’ll cleave a slice, filet mignon,
Uh,
I’m dead in dog years, meaning I belong here,