Know What?

Know what, I just became a grown up I been feeling like a no one, well hold up I been biting on a gold tongue, well so what I just became a grown up, and know what? I been feeling like a who, how, what, when Slipping, gripping on this fucking pen like Sitting on a crooked stump, looking up like what the f*ck Is what, I know now, soul proud head up Ain't ever gonna let up, like this London drizzle Etch my name on cave walls, with this wondrous chisel Free my mind, spend this time like it's expensive Wallet full of expansive experience, pay the ransom Play the hand, slay the dragon, ride that hansom All the way back then, when you thought you was handsome Handful of chaos, long flannel buttoned up to the neck Cuffed jeans, dirty vans, and a fleck of disrespect Child of the spirit, confide in the feeling Wild as a the flower, growing, right from the ceiling Write from the feeling, think of life as just Stealing time for your breath until death sounds Appealing Two young angels in a known fiction Grown world, no mission, life's a contradiction Live just to die and try to die with some conviction Just my position, I stay paying attention Just listen, been different since show and tell was a given Wind spitting, got my skin splitting like cell division Yall overlooked me when I'm right in front of you Unintentional blindness like refrigerator vision Grin, grimace, then begin, every now and then Tick tock, is cha-ching, hesitation is a sin Meditation is a blessing, animation is expression Concentration, contemplation, conversation with my essence Self to self chatter, complication of the matter Now welcoming tradition's fine challenger Seldom one with a handful of f*ck, rebel's new luck Balancer, axle in the center in the middle with a little bit Lean back, posted up like a calender Habitat for bad habits, crack addict for my craft Lemme take you to my fortress, dense as deforested Forrests, flaming similar to moltress Hold pace, even when the ocean wind blowing in my own face No wait, on a roll like a rolling pin, going With no chase, for liquor only dreams Solely me, no they