Words to the World

 Let me open this "Words to the World" with a poem that I created myself

They be praying for 6 figures

Shit so lame i'on even get it, Father fiigures? Mother figure?

Only for me eye'in on a steady figure

God on my side, turned into a believer

I am out on the street, nah, that's in my head

Mr. Delusional, I'm over your head

Realest thing from me, is that i might be dead

Only to reveal your best friend givin me head

Tied boundaries keeping me safe

2 Lanes keeping me sane, slap me, I might not be awake

The dream of a dreamer, you aint getting sick of it

Exposing my own selfishness to keep me from my vulnerability