Lights out

My pen ripping across the page

A little nigga trying to get up out his ways

The mic help me spit these words that b trapped in my rib cage

Folds in my brain drenched up in loss

Smacking the light switch to help me that icky shit off

My breath turns to exhaust

That's when the light switch facing upward

These days feel razors covered in poison

Still thank my mother because she had made my brother

That nigga b the battery up in my back

"Don't cope with bark, put the rest of that up in your tracks"

And here I am