sctenereo from poetry by fish bwoi

A sober mind gifts me more than an open one.
But I don’t meet my cause unless I’m stoned enough
I don’t smoke my raws like I used to
Much more focused on my time here and use of
I spend too much time on the YouTube
Yoohoo these attack ads hella doo doo
Gotta keep writing till my rhymes hella fruitful,
No two people are the same it’s unusual
Sike, bet you wanna hit me on bike,
Wont let you touch me, my muscles got fight
I swerve in between these cars at the light
I swear my worth eat punches in the night
I want to apologize, I’m empathetic now
Until this Columbine puts you 6 down
I’m much like coralline they wanna steal my smile,
Put buttons on my eyes to blind me of here and now

No truth is the truth as a sceptist you know,
I ball I move exist in stereos

• Electronic
• Hip Hop
• drum-bass
• house
• missoula
• techno-and-variations
• underground hip-hop
• Missoula