[Verse 1]
Stone face run deep
That's my template
Drawback
Shit
Couple off
Couple days
Leave a weaver
Redeliver
Need new promises of patience
No pellet
Developed
On cloth In the basement
Superseding the novelty
Burning bridges apart from me
Open arms in apostrophes
Open arms on me
Slit inside esophagus
Talk to me
I'm still focusing partly On ease to be
But the beast in me smoking pcp

[Verse 2]
Contorted faces
My renditions are distorted
Lie down
Fuck up my all places so vivid and traceless
Light unsorted
Hide your bounty
Found of lines too fraudulent or loud to work
Then Staying tied to foreign text to cover emptiness in words
Black gown
Night town In the black church
Carried cross
No weight When their backs turn
Sit, serve
Throats slit
On your rag perch
Hit first
Float shit
Count the bags worth