I keep thinking things I’m scared to write
Can’t tell mommy what’s going on in my life just to prove her right
Protect the image of the one you’re with regardless of the fights
Pray it’s a different mood today because it was a rough night
Two weeks since she ejaculated
Queen dead forever, and Jamaica still not really emancipated
I’m letting down my wife and country
Stressed out at times, tis’ my punishment, never ask one to help me
Heartaches to the Ruby Fruit Jungle if only she could nourish me
That’s not what I want though
Akin to the place I want to go
There’s not enough peace in my mind to grow
If this continues I may slip and slide through the snow
Surviving 0° in the below
Tell me then, what identity do I share with my midnight shadow?
END.
ryzoncity
2025