Met-em-on-a different a level
After death, on the soul screaming I'ma rebel
Honorable, when you hear the lyrical trouble
Sit-dem-down as you watch me mumble

Take a seat, see the heart feed a new cycle
Hunger trouble my friend, as my vision moves like Michael
I don't wear Jordans, but I'm still kicking rays
Say hello to Mr sun, feel a different yays

Sight turning dim, now seeing through different eyes
A body transmission, the lyrical soul can never die

© K_The_Lyricist