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