I’m sitting in a cold dark room figuring out why I feel doom and gloom. I love this life so much but I don’t know why to keep it so hush the plan is to keep us sick and otherwise close your lip. I’m just trying to raise my daughter right and the trying to burn out of spite I’m too awake to fall for your lies. Blue lights flashing in the skies you’ll never have me for you no longer paying all your dues manifest in my own plans. Use the powers that come out of my hands. I refused to watch your news because you already planted your clues indigenous people wake up the poison us through our gut. I’m keeping it real that can be telling you everything I see Maui was planned. LA was planned hurricanes were planned. Blue lights were planned. Call me a militia or conspiracy, but I’m just gonna be the best me.
