Kwa Moto

My soul on fire I’m in need of dire attention
I’m a proud fuck up I’m done with trying repentance
I’m unsure of what to ever say it’s always sighs in my sentence
My mind on a mission
My shoe size lock you for fucking life in the prison
My birth-giver stifled decisions
Me and my girl got chemistry, but our love fighting fissions
I swear we on fire, we creating life with our mixtures
I told her, get off instagram you living life through the pictures
Her mouth top five like the senses
Can’t lie, I’m insecure so you know I slide through the mentions
Ultralight beaming through my life like a rifle extension
My mother pick a fight she now reigniting the tension
Round the time when the ravens and titans was securing playoff position
Back when my steelers was winning, with big Ben
The grin above my chin hides feelings when life feeling grim
My lights getting dim
Find god, start the search from within
Fuck rough, she hurting the pen
I write blunt, so it hurt when I pen
I pray my queen intervene and pick me up when my heart bleeding again
My ego playing hide and seek when I sin
I never lost, but at what cost
Even when I win I’m weeping again, my nigga
I- fuck