REVISION

Yeah, I got nerves

No people present on the roads

So I slide, and I swerve

They idolize me

But I don’t concur

Putting people on pedestals is a cancerous practice that plagues me at times

So I spill out every ounce of soul I have in these rhymes

With the hopes that soon I will be purified

So just like the Phoenix, I am inside

I’ll be able to spread my wings and fly !