Judge.

As if you meet the criteria.

what rose you above to where you feel so Superior.

Speaking on me and mine is a clear step down..

You judging others instead of working on ya self's the reason you live how you live now.

Fuck the speculation,
The spectating.
The view from here is breathe taking.

High above shits Creek,
floating,
no hesitation..

So much judgment I can't breathe,
I won't die of asphyxiation.

Breaking news I'm free but I don't flash on TV stations,

cause I'm making it despite the hate that to you served me,
you're just a basic.

I see how me winning and maturing is frustrating,

so you can really just go fuck yourself like fucking masterbation.

I hold the gavel for me, as far as humans.

Breaking the mold I'm given, and gravel I boot like moon mens.

I write just what I feel like I'm writing with what I call a mood pen..

I'm like Series X, but they can't box me,
because I'm next gen..

So go ahead and judge,
Because it really don't mean shit.

So much so it's like comparing a building to leaflets.

Read between the lines and the corners and creases..

The ones who need him most will always say YOU need Jesus..

And it's twisted.

It don't make sense.

if it ever did.

I must've seem to missed..

Keep ya judgment,

cause to me you really don't exist.

© SotaylordOut420