SUN/BOWL

[Part 1: SUN]

[Verse]
2021, 22
Revolutions round the sun
Yea, the ending really tied to the places we begun
Evolution come in phases, redeveloping my tongue
Whatever's cooking in the pantry, yea u know it leaves a smudge
And like the pain it never budges
Like my crush for Ms. Hudgens
As my brain drifts back to high school all a sudden
Momma warming up the rice and the curry mutton
Man, if time was a button
I would go back to days where i would bike with my cousins
Would go back to days that I could let my grandpapa know i love him
Alone and afraid, man I know it be a scar in my noggin
Yea the day that he left I swear my heart wasn't solid
Man burn it to the sky, let it float like its pollen
I'll say I'm doing fine all the time, whats the point of even asking
Death ain't a line, it's a loop thats everlasting
Searchin for a sign, time is divine thats irrelevant to passion
Perfect design, the relief i invested
Let the grief in me fester

[Outro]
2021, 22
Revolutions round the sun

[Part 2: BOWL]

[Verse]
In charge of my fate
Yes I am, for this trust that I just found
And displaced
Terracotta warriors, I do battle in the shade
Yea the swordbearer handed me this stone to stab my blade in
Had me fallin to exploring past memories that caved in
Shit that got my brain bent
Bet i write my best verses hiding in the basement
I'm aumbemayang the way that I've been pacin
Reasons i was blamin
Hemoragge the vacancy
Delinquency I faded
Workin like a stove the way I'm heating up these pages
Abillity to grow thats the measure for ur greatness
Hostillity u show
Just wanna see the cards that u holdin on the low patrick bateman
Yea this industry a bowl with a hole, thats why I keep my fuckin plates with me
Using paper as ur mould that shit be real leaky
But u sifting for the gold, I know u gettin paid pretty but I'm pouring from the soul, u know that poets comes rare shit with scarcity
Born from the island but I'm linking with the big cities
My fuse be getting short like its Joe Pesci
Funny how all we really need is some logic and a secondhand blue yeti
Yes it's 2022, mary sue
Hope y'all get ready