Flood My Stream

My thoughts are flowing like erosion in the streams

The man is rowing, though he left behind the team

The boat has spoken, dirty water what it bleeds

He shifts his focus, both are floating with a leak

The green exploded, cause I fired up the trees

Aren't you tired of them leaving? It's nature, no peace

You shouldn't sign the paper, see the rows of the teeth?

Feces of the weak always spilling in my dreams

Path is looking bleak and the raft is finna crack, watch it lean

Too many peeps, close heads stabbing spleens

So much death, can I step, can I breathe, can I grieve? Piranhas chomping fiends

Pointy branches, can I duck, can I weave?