Fidget
4/10/22
I don't care if god forbids it
All day and night long I fidget
Alcoholic drinks I sip it
THC I smoke, another habit have yet to kick it
I pay it all no mind and have zero interest
You'll bleed out and die with a quickness
If you give yourself slit wrists
B**** quit
Stay out of my business
Good riddance
All of these gimmicks
And peculiar characteristics
It had nothing to do with statistics
Logistics
Or physics
I was about to go ballistic
After I listened to mystics
While trying to interpret hieroglyphics
It eventually turned cryptic
Then I started to get it
When for the longest time I didn't
Meanwhile she put on some lipstick
And others continued to nitpick
Thinking that they are the shizznit
When they're soft like a triscuit
There's always somebody trying to solicit
I'll take nothing for Christmas
I use to be looking for a mistress
Now I remain listless
From the start to the finish
It all took mere minutes
To spend it in one instance
For a brief second I held it with my digits
Going according to plan and as scripted
Another batch of drugs shipped in
Now all of this
I overdo it and mix it
ed up and twisted
If it seems worth it to me, I'll risk it
And stay persistent
Even if for the time being it remains distant
No need for a witness
I don't want forgiveness
Or to kick it
I'm going beyond the limits
No matter about being a misfit
The truth hidden
And forbidden
At one point in time, was this planet paid a visit?
Or is it all just a gimmick
There's a big difference between a wish list
Hit list
And s*** list
Which category do you fit in?
Why is it?
So quick to speak and judge, a bunch of critics
But when I talk, they become crickets
Close and far from thickets
As well as any isthmus
Just remember that eventually this is it
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