VERSE ONE I'm not a perfectionist, I'm insecure And I won't fold that up in a metaphor of juicy manure My lil ego got to peepholes in its box It send cheat codes to my trauma like it's key coding my flop Breaching evil like a lil Ka-Ka-Knievel, and I'm not Brave enough to believe my pen can be lethal in the dark So I'm holding onto pressure like my...Learn More

VERSE ONE Would you believe it/ I cried when I first saw the Prince of Egypt/ Ended up blended, could've depended upon my limits but He flipped it/ Cause a math joke oozing in how I thought coolin it/ With a ruler in my loose-fitted morals like I’m not crueler than Many. plenty of friendlies would clearly defend me/ but do hear me, empty with gold...Learn More