My Insides Out

She asked "How does it feel when a poem comes out?"
I said "It's like I’m writing my insides out"
And I gotta get it out before my pen dries out
Before my ego finds out, can't let my ego find out
'Cause when I’m writing my insides out
My every fear, my every flaw flies out
In my ego, where those fears and flaws hide out
So, whatever I do, can't let my ego find out
If I couldn't write my insides out
I don't know, I'd probably blow my bloody mind out
Instead I write and recite to bloom your third eye out
She said "Oh, that's ?what danger?, dead man walking's all about ?you?"
I said "Yeah"
She said "I'm glad you took the divine route"
And I said "Yes, I took the divine route
But it’s only a matter of time before the world finds out
This is both heaven and hell coming out of my mouth"
She asked "Where is the truth hidden?"
She asked and it made me laugh, not because she asked
But because as I’m living, I've learned the truth is hidden everywhere