1-4-2024

I think I spent my whole high acting all depressed I get that feeling in my soul As the fire goes fleeting from my chest The decent prevents me to fly Why leave the nest Where I am I feed from the teat of a breast Content to live or die The weed I possessed got me caught in the heat Is this a test Sweet baby Jesus Rest your head and try to teach us To read words repressed Or to listen to the word of preachers Truly I don’t feel blessed Truly I don’t trust believers I don’t judge based on the rules of freedom Duly I don’t restrict myself to the rules until I need them.