liricyst:
Fighting procrastination but i feel like Uriah on the frontlines
Adjusting my clock to see if i can recover the lost time
Stuck in the dark even at lunchtime
My now light skin yearns for another feel of the sunshine
Trying to connect to reality but I feel mentally offline
I target my goals but the mis-hit ball goes to the touchline
Sometimes i feel alone in this world despite the overpopulation
A star feeling out of place in the constellation
Both eyes stopped crying, dried in cooperation
Cos the prize for hardwork's been nothing more than consolation
Face to face with my fears, losing all confrontations
No space for butterflies in my tommy, its full from the constipation
Supposed to reap what i sow but the soil is bad for cultivation
The land's impervious to my sweat and farm implements
Cost of living just went through more increments
Too much on my plate but a bitter taste in my mouth from my lack of ingredients
These agonizing incidents..
makes me relate to the messiah's identity
Crown of thorns placed on my head heavily
Causing me blood,sweat and tears as i try to rule my destiny
The supertitious say there's an entity
Steadily testing me
Teaching me life's worst lessons to bring out the best in me
Optimists claim positivity is the only remedy
In that light, This hell on earth has been nothing but heavenly

Revelation chapter 23 verse 1-12 nice one from head to toe

You should reply with bars not bran del and bran I don't care

mark my words am the air you breath

Dark Rebel got bran cos ran kilometers not breadth

Poured out my hearth hop you drown no air

Hmmm