Crashing landing on the crash mat
coming in like a scared cat
no room for bad introductions
sorry for the interruption
but can I simply fast forward to my discussion
5 minutes ago, nothing crazy I don't smoke
but here I am, awoke
from a third nap I didn't need
went to go outside to tend to laundry
when this distressing thought came to me
What if I ran away
no identity, no keys, no responsibility
no luggage, no problem
nothing on my back nor snacks
running full speed in the streets
while the wind attacks
running shoes stepping on the home of pebbles
hitting the asphalt, a rebel
floating like a butterfly
with salt air stinging like bees
traveling through this busy city with nowhere to go
maybe pass out on someone's back porch
maybe chill on the gas station curb
somewhere in the suburbs
get away, get away
but if I did, I'd be everything fake news love to say
if I did, I'd make people worry
I'd have to say sorry
I'd make things harder for my father
I'd scramble the crew and the jets
get on a watch, having people scared of what I do next
and I'd rather not go through it
I already feel like I'm taking up space
easily replaced
a lineage disgrace
Last thing I want to achieve
is make...