Poetry Lyrics

I'm back at it again

Cannot pretend

I feel the scent, spending, depending on what's the end

Got my propeller content, been racing through the wind

So I can twist it and lift it so I can know how to defend

Myself

Through all the misery and wealth

I'm dealt with, life is still keeping me on a shelf

Through all the pain, I'm cautious everything I felt

I'm trapped with my own thoughts and with everything I've dealt

And deal with

Too many years cooking

You try to oversee me to the point you overlook me

See me where I'm at

The Atlantic ocean

Massively potent

Azorean rapper, I'm their poet

It's poetry