Another trip around the sun.
Another loop in the hell hole.
Been undesired since tryna break outta my shell though.
28, reflecting on what could break me and i’m hella close.
The edge is enticing me to slip into the unknown.

My mama said raise ya hands and let God take control.
But raised hands to me means your worst fate’s running the show.
Like i’m giving it all up,
and M.y F.ucking DOOMsday is impending,
Thats word to Daniel Dumile.
The way you break ya neck, at a pack of fat assess, and hit the look around like “who is they