This unconscious state has died and lost it’s grace.
Oh, there are multiple ways
To become blind and erased.
The man with tha money.
Minimal minds think it’s honey.
But sweet sweet
Rot ya teeth teeth.
They think they ain’t recognized if they neva seen supreme.
There’s no licking clean a mortal disease.
She sticks to the sun beams right in between her kneeS.
Not too crowded on the Brooklyn streets.
So we run into the ones that we need.