#andrwjames

i can't fathom. i can't think. on the brink, seldom the king of a kingdom. whats a king to a god, oh my god. what is a god if not for the people. the human race is the steeple. but leaning like the tower. focused on pizza at god knows what hour. i need a shower. i need a moment.

four years i've been tired. four years i've admired. You. But now i'm listening to blues. cos four years ago I got fired.

how did we end im a drunk on the mend and those texts that I send is me giving me. for you. to lend. maybe to own if you didnt condescend.

staring at the phone wondering if your home if your alone i've been in my zone for too long.

redefining beauty I'm loosely, reading the canon, choosing, literature over movies, cause truthly, i'm not losing, i've lost my mind, you can read it in my rhymes, passing time like a QB. thinking if I push this QT. inside my ear maybe i'll hear or get to see my grandad again, I do bleed. suicidal thoughts shoot through me. with aim like legolas nobody lasts thats why I rap put myself on the map take a look at the atlas Oh your just a rapper, you rap just.

you don't need to take a photo of yourself for your health, to show off wealth the art of stealth, and humility, just isn't meant to be, with the gram, on display for the world to see. eyes that melt, over low waisted pants, no belt, causing humidity, in minds of eyes worldwide, but photos lie, particularly, of those most high, they got too much to hide.

telling tattles to two twilight romances smoking spliffs alone after moonlight dances prancing in my zone, in my dome, these girls aint enhancing. my state of mind, I wanna roam, when im gone, takin chances, "hit me" at the table, stance is, all in, feeling falling, stalling, with either, eIther, glances, of two queens and I mean, I ain't ballin, relate to crawlin', I stand 6 feet tall, but my mind is brawlin', with physicality. i mean. technically. i'm attractively. im acting. see?

future future future fucking fapping to couture fictitious fables ill shoot ya sucking up more than a hoover. acting cold as zooper dooper. hoopla hoopla hoopla transparency creating culture youths mislead by stupid. lyrics bout riding new cars. fuck your feelings.