Throbbing with tension of trouble
Self sabotage on the tip of my tongue
My body moving faster than my brain can think
Be Angry but sin not....
Holiness to a quick stop.
Repentance given no thought.
Serious about what?
I'm too busy
Standing on how this sucka better treat me
Mindfulness check
Why am I letting what you say make me shit?
Still trying to sit and take licks
But being still and knowing just don't reflect my strength....
Or so I thought,
cause I won't be disrespected.
but when stress hit
I'm lit and can't extinguish my fit
Craving your touch but won't move an inch
Trying to make sense of ish
But your words are making me tense
Your tone turns me to stone
Mind gone
Triggered zone
Prone to throwing a fit.
No time for games and tricks
Gone and quit the Bic
The pit of my stomach stirring
Your love hurting
And it's making me sick.
-Willie Yamz
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