Back From the Dead

Bitch, I am no good at hiding I never went into the closet Fortelling your fortune misguided Deposit your pots full of gold My touch is the method of madness The weight of the balance Of juggling souls The key of the message was timing And patience can weight for the future I reap what I sow I never went silent but quiet I rise just to guide them Through memories young yet so old My love is a trip when I write it They told me no more So now I got secrets worth hiding Oh that boys freaky I like it Don't play bitch you already know The reason I'm biding my time more Important that rushing to go sell a soul Lately been thinking a lot Brain full of pot My ego got killed I don't know what I got Looking for answers I fought Speaking to dead Was my fault I'm so afraid that I'm lost If you're alive can we talk? Hope said goodbye But I thought Saw you still tryna Get caught Let me go fishing for love So I'm not alone in a box This closet is quiet But reincarnation ain't false My left hand reaching out With the shield of the One Yeah My right hand reaching out With the torch of the dark Yeah A spirit guide showed me a war You were looking for a dead boy What killed him? Suicide? Cancer? Silence? Something outside of his control? I think that I already know Found that lost boy that you loved Speak with him often Don't worry made sure that he's home Thought it would kill me for sure Running and hiding, a pilot Looking for haven and home You tryna peg a circle and find him Bitch I don't fit in that whole Trust me I've tried All of my life To bargain His soul for my own Spirit guide told me I'm dying Tryna hold up the weight Of us both What do you say? Should we start the talk Sit on bed Fly to the moon I'll pilot us both Just like you said? Just like you thought? I'm back from the dead Oh shit Maybe I just made this up