Sol-angel..
Get me, Get me out of this box
I feel so claustrophobic in here
Leave your labels,leave with no vision
Hear my voice and fill with yo ears…..
I’m sorry that this plant that i’m livin on is quizzical
My lyrical ambition sometimes don’t ring a bell
I’m sorry if my visual don’t line up with my feelings
And my physical exhibit doesn’t represent me well
I’m sorry if I’m curious,delirious and i dont take life serious.
I myriad the life of a millionaire.
And I’m sorry if im talkin shit…
But I really do mean well..
