Sheep To Heathens
despite my feelings, i see the ceiling
crystal clear, between my dealings
then there is grounding, as im swimming
kept my chin up, no time for drowning
seeking a winning, hoping its double
not looking for trouble, but i get it poppin
if your in my bubble, stay classy and subtle
haters will need the hubble, i avoid the huddle
deep space, no one on the shuttle
we have lift off, yes im lifted, its quite tangible
how these times have shifted
gifted given to those willing to risk it
attain the uncertain like a prize behind a curtain
mas inertia, eating nasturtium,
till im exhausted, exertion of expression
my impression indented, in part a legend
as an unanswered question i will keep spreading
im still international tho i dont weigh in kilos
fat boy knows, 18 years old, navigating heathrow
the words go with me, held captive with no reason
once released, these beasts can alter the very seasons
jump seats these feats dont come without grievance
mean streets turn peeps from sheep to heathens
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