two hand

Cos' niggas wired With two hands, flakes scratching off the back of both of my Palms itching, sand-scraping cracked scales; until looking Pale lately, just mailed it was taking breaks, entailed with making Time for some breakdowns - broken spanned space of my Two years, my two hands; dry lips - swollen skin without Balm gripping, karma slipped through gaps of every slice of my Fingers quick, landscape positioning the both of my Arms from lifted; latter posing shown two hands hard gripped on some Pen equipped, been over a year or two since was jetting through Pessimistic vocal my fears, to Blackal setting room on Patience for some dreads to proof, space cowboy's head was loose to Skipping breakfast like some online classes, I slept through like what Me and the rest done, rest mood, swinging my head first into shifts - too sudden, I made my next moves Fumbling; bed, shirt, mixed with my lips crumpling Head hurts skipping my teeth brushing, it all comes Tumbling down, tumbling down, so as dumb it Sounds, some burnt cassettes found under the buried mud and some Ground, My own work desk I'm etherised on, my Main sweater with the creasing sides formed, unchanged weather - one Piece of a storm, adjourn loosely my releases all Gone... better truth sounding of a stretch fully, promise no Contrast, between two hands versus my two legs Tooling with bass strings I haven't plucked in these two years Foolish, hoping that they cool with, went Freeform, I'm very loose with my movements, so I didn't do Shit, but if I did, stay clueless about whether or Not it's moving shut, niggas fired up like they Two Hand, two blade stance just like an Ackerman Self-guarding - some errand, my perishing health; no pacifist Far for skin-hardened, embarrassed about my bitching Fair enough, outside appearance just tightened some contradictions Fear of crying cramming to being crept in Self-pressing practically; scared to speak on seeking back on some Depression I done paired with; bearing with disengaged Pressure back on gripping some pencil, led to say it's all Fine, but really it's some 50/50 if it stays on that Grind, staying flimsy, more than halfway as fucked up as Shinji; refrain from seeing a fucking light ray, too timid Catching two hands, rock a Revy for some Black Lagoon Company; punching grief heavy I hoped Was something brief Seeming it'll be for some eternity, hugging inside for Too long, have me feeling I just learnt to breathe, knowing someone just Heard me Catching two hands, rock a Revy for some Black Lagoon Company; punching grief heavy I hoped was something brief Seeming it'll be for some eternity, hugging inside for Too long, have me feeling I just learnt to breathe Two hands, rocking revolutions for some Black Lagoon Company Two hands, socking resolutions with some Black Lagoon Company