porridge august

Black frog, sustaining my bleeding tongue tied Biting my teeth together, still gap between hindsight; hide and keep Back strong beating September, my pain when flies irritate - come by Appetite never existed, happened I mended lips with one Side of a milo mug but my hands prevented from lifting; Double binded and stuck, still ain't got the legs for a sprite, in Spite of boasting time - dumb for watching a padlock rusting; shit Bolted my head from finding another pencil for writing, too Restricted like Postal, I'm running with scissors; not cut for level Head for fighting, caught tunnel vision with your dagger hugging most niggas Laggy punching go Figure, I'm swinging but hardly stumbled distance, clicked from "Ma be Pushing me", now feel I pushed her past a limit, hardly listened Close to a buck - it's "f*ck decisions", f*ck I'm seventeen, you ain't Meant to be sensitive; couldn't be fucked for a bench to seat on, rush my Breath to sweep my lexeme - time I wash and clean my act up Together but still frightened, September ain't in light of springing a Spirit away from keeping this sprite intact; uneasy with this Height so nigga is scared of climbing, bare this pair of shitty climate March to Freddo season; me tryna fight through finding friends - I need em' I'm scoffing all this fucking Porridge through lockdown, glad it Feed me warm before me prying on leaving Sure crying is really an simple option over breathing Ryder Wilson bleeding monthly deposit Whole coughing, my nose is stuffy and still novice but Sorry I grow solo, I'm cocky but lost my guts for tricks Tomorrow berserk locked-in, don't show or prone knowledge for digging On a poor ridge, gorgeous tryna' forgive how to Fit and bridge a gap but shit seems foreign, forever born to sit Across from opposite side niggas who use to think that noggin was Fixed; now thinking Blackal ain't the fountainhead, he be clogging shit Still tryna' save up money for a Switch