FLESH. Lyrics I just wrote.

That's flesh.

No that's fetch.

Nah that's flesh.

I'm blind. Can't see the best. I gotta bind- around my vision, and a noose upon my neck- Conflicted in the mirror, what appears ain't none but blessed.

Shit got me stressed.

Flipping through missions, I'm on- To women, the spending, the draw- Contend with myself, yall ain't even pawns, The world's in my palms, end it all with it drawn- Out, on,

He stressed. It's serious, No, it's in jest. Took it heavy, Now he's pressed, That's pride, Screaming back, Where's the consideration of they lives when you act? Know its Wise to react, When they rise, They want it bad, Who am I to take back? Its all I have, You seen that, Whose humble when we both snap? Lose control when I attempt to make grasp. Limitless, within glass, Whose dealing these? Hands, heads, hearts, cards?- The mystery, Locked within the walls that ain't revealed to me thus far,