**August 3, 2019
When the buffalo’s in love his horn floats the torn.
Hearts of society spreading love in a variety.
Fly swatting the deep, quieting the sheep, you people don’t think.
He sings what he believes. Thoughts inhaled too deep.
It’s how he breathes — the next move even he couldn’t relieve.
Your pain and agony to insanity. His character of no one’s bribery.
But a Channel inviting the mystic of thee.
Divine IX smacking a crime. Hell naw we don’t cry from A5.
10 years from now would you still be holding my shrine?
I don’t know who hears me, I am not crying in fear.
With trust and hope, I don’t know where the means come to continue and bloat.
I miss my girlfriend, yeah yeah, boo hoo…
But we’ve bore it all for our dreams to take off — woo hoo…
You’d miss her too, likely go crazy for not sticking next to you.
But a girls gotta do whats only in a few.
Leave to maintain a better you.
People don’t change, they grow to be a better view.
Into the self of admiring virtues.
Here art thou cry, I am not hurt away from you.