To The Flame

Ought to pause
Concentrate
Lost my way
Got applause
For my toxic traits

Then again
The human soul is complex
There's some good in me too
Pages of shame
That I wouldn't remove
What'd you expect
From a bookish recluse?

Novels in bed
That I wouldn't peruse
Skip the prologue
I'll penny pinch
Won't get my soul lost
Hetty Green mixed
With flicks of Bogard
Slickest nigga so far
I keep it intricate
Not interested
In hitting low bars

Ironic
Cause I'm stuck in limbo
Fucking nympho
Until the lust crescendos
Not luck as friends though
What you think?
I'm supposed to trust you?
Nah
Last time a rapper had faith
She went and fucked Tupac

It's no biggie
Yeah, I like that
It's no biggie

The
Emotional damage
I don't post is traumatic
Hiding third degree burns
Below the cloak of a savage
The more you listen
You'll see why he keeps this
Quarantine distance
Till the same feet deep hence
This incongruence between
My words and actions
Covert exposed nerves it's tragic
My old turf was ogres and dragons
Until I wrote verse then both turned
To magic

Imagine

Can you?

I'm
Afraid of your radiance
Waiting for the fall out
Burning flame
It's hard to say
Whose the moth now
Hiding place, ground shakes
A lockdown
Lost rounds
Of GTA
Say it's my fault now

I disagree 15% maybe 40%
Sort of depends
If feels or guilt been
Distorted my lens
It's hard to sort
Through these sordid evens
Without us both getting M.A.D.
And just scorching the wind
The end