content II

Giving up. that's a dangerous kind of power

Free you up to fly or fall like meteor showers

Life been dealing lemons, we don't know why she sour

But I'm out of sugarcoating when it's out of my power

There I was twenty-four years old, ain't sufficed

Perfectionist who never made perfect in his life

Shit that held me down doesn't seem to entice

Wondering if I'll end up on the edge of a knife

Nothing cut and dry, everything imprecise

All the variables floating 'round they fuck with the splice

Even while I'm trying to understand the advice

The world keep moving with the tech like it's a mobile device