Runnin'
I’m leaving this note before I disappear
Brainstormed and then formed places I might be near
Riding into the sunset, it was death in the rear
View
That left a glare
Never knew
It would tear and fold my heart
Like origami
Release something like killluminati
For the conspiracy theorists
Want to leave before the force of bounty
A Zionist I want to live free
As the verses I chisel into my poetry
Need to feel the sun kiss my skin
Winter has been extensive
All these fucking noises
Can’t assimilate mindset pensive
The city helped me craft my style
It’s the same city that’s making me go for a while
The searing sun made me sip from the Nile
What’s scarier living or creating a new lifestyle
Carry a flask with no spile
What if I told you I was dying of thirst
All scenarios I rehearsed then conversed with myself
Will it be over in Cuba
Replaced for a Cuban link
Is it Philippines where the cigarette stink
Is a traditional odor
Consume fresh air in bora bora
Consiously livin no more of more of
Was thinking the Carolinas
That’s still too close
Why do I have this desire
Tomorrow I’ll be in the headliner
Another one to overdose
Best tactic in a casket closed
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