my words allow me to ubore,

wanna takeflight and soar, but I fell on this earth im dumb  founded

i needed some help so i shouted "my memories clouded", im jut as rounded

as a square, i dont care i dont scare which makes people stare incase if i blow like a

solar flare, best beleive my pa is never bare, but i still the nuicese who battles life

an loses, i'll ake on any path my spirit chooses, i wouldnt do what niklas cruz did.

if you have it in your mind then you better lose it, these thoughts arnt lucid after

all its just some harmless music, or some racial profiling i'll let you choose it.