My thoughts all amounted to
nothing
but a jar that got pored out
on top of the masses
of climbers
Dropping dopes ways
then any of my flows
scoops of fruit loop
I am not
but I was hidden
in scores of drama
And told by some of thee best
you not go ing.
what
I though. he was joking
I didn't know it would be impossible
to flow low 🔑
with a. heart as rich as anybody.
Could truly be.
chorus
I got pored out
I got poured out
over to much heartbreak
Yes now yet another but
I am still trying to be the voice
which I was meant to be.
© Again it's Lash