HOMM

You know I painted
Everything to be piss clean
When it’s war inside
Moral ties got me spaces
I look to foreign skies
Half empty figured
What else I got I could pour inside
Thinking if I want it for quality
Or just more in size
More than not
I’m in an argument
With myself about it
Most of the times you gotta
Got through it ain’t no way around it
Face first
Head in the moon
I need shit to keep me grounded 
Walk around this bitch
With happy faces
But I know it bother
Looking for a way I can escape
So I don’t get too caught up
Dug in deep and look
At what I bought up
Now I guaranteed when ya leave
It’s never to be returned
And everything you left behind
Will be ashes after it burns
June