you wanna be prometheus but you terrified of what the fire you wanna be prometheus but you terrified of what the fire maaane that flame don’t admire it require somethin higher somethin wired in yo spine like a live wire you can’t retire you desire revolution but you foldin under pressure like a tire losin air, bitch you liar, talkin ’bout “i’m chosen,” but you frozen at the pyre “lil boy you ain’t built for the scorchin, you distortin, you extortin your own dreams by abortin chances, dancin round the answer like a bitch in performance, screamin you the storm but you avoid the transformin.” “nahh fukk that, i grip that flame with a bare hand clutch, if the gods get touched then the sky get cut, if the world want smoke then the world get crushed, you can burn my lungs out i still cough up dust." “nahh fukk that, i grip that flame with a bare hand clutch, if the gods get touched then the sky get cut, if the world want smoke then the world get crushed, you can burn my lungs out " “cant be prometheus if you scared of bein god, you nod toward ascension but you flinch at own facade, you fraud, tryna flex like you float above the smog, when the truth is you collapse when the path get odd.” “nah bitch watch me stride through the void unguarded, heart bombarded with the shit i started but i make departed, every scar carved in my arms bitch like maps through hell marched in, still i bargain wit the dark like 'spark again, target them, lemme see which demon wanna start again.’” “nahh fukk that, i grip that flame with a bare hand clutch, if the gods get touched then the sky get cut, if the world want smoke then the world get crushed, you can burn my lungs out i still cough up dust.” “can't be prometheus if you scared of bein god, you nod toward ascension but flinch at your own facade, you fraud, tryna flex like you float above that smog , when the truth is you collapse when the path get odd.” “nah bitch watch me stride through the void unguarded, wit the dark like 'spark again," yo look look look well who the fuck we got driftin cross dat mind lagged wasteland again half floatin half chokin on thoughts never meant to swallow but we swallow anyway cuz we built like that stitched outta shadow and stubbornness steady mumblin “don’t give a shit” while the whole damn cosmos dilates like pupils on bad acid watching colors melt into versions of ourself we ain’t met yet askin why we still clutchin all that rage in our ribcage like a mothafuckin keepsake and we answer back fucking stoned “cus pain my mother tongue bitch” while we huntin through memories for another target to split make they soul quit flick flick flick the blade in they cortex twistin like code worm bitch writin poetry in reverse bitch whisper choruses we don’t wanna hear like “you tired boy you tired boy you tired boy” but we front on it like we bulletproof cosmic proof void proof even though we know we cracked long ago and still runnin on fumes like a half lit care sideways but we keep walkin anyway through hallucination hallway where everything smell like burnt stairs and old apologies smashed together chained together like broken constellations scratchin sayin “you wrong you wrong you wrong” and we yell back “bitch i KNOW” with that half laugh half retch tone only a man possessed by his own reflection can growl and the walls ripple like failing clones but not that basic matrix shit nah this that raw primordial ooze of forgotten smog drippin down like liquid shame feel it in your bones like a hot wire dragged across your throat askin why keep reachin for fights when really just lookin for somethin softer than truth but sharper than hope colors twist twist twist into a red dot scope.... bitch colors twist twist twist into red dot scope. ... boh.boh.boh... bitch im muthafuckin dope.... “nahh fukk that, i grip that flame with a bare-hand clutch, if the gods get touched then the sky get cut, if the world want smoke then the world get crushed, you can burn my lungs out i still nahh fukk that, i grip that flame with a bare-hand clutch, if the gods get touched then the sky get cut, if the world want smoke then the world get crushed, you can burn my lungs out i still cough up dust.”” i’ma drag that fire down snuff dat bitch out on da ground, make the mountain bend so the gods drown, i’ma sound off loud till the void say ‘wow’ muthafuckas... bow when i carve my vow PROMETHEUS? NAH FUCK YO FIRE bitch colors twist twist twist into red dot scope. ... boh.boh.boh... bitch im muthafuckin dope....
