Lyrics Voice Note 11.14.2021. - Berk the Turk

Rewards of your decision
When humble shit multiply
Been a fool for a minute
But the second I realized
Pouf*
Purified
Loop got cut in a second
Now two dots spin around independently
No stress
Got caught for a second
The pace fell I felt it the tremors in my stomach like... (grrrr)
No pressure
Shoulders wide-stretched
Lips prone to spit facts
Like I'm a prisoner here for a lone session
A soap opera operative for a bitch?
I'm like no miss
Facing the truth in the moment
I move fast in the cortex
The mind probably still
A probability
Damn
But a part of me still
Here
Real
Flesh intact
The space impacted by my
Radical anatomy
Folks prosper off my kin
Call it human. "they my folks"
I see how we ended up in here
...not too late
Everyday we got choices to point us the path
And not just choose whose bait so
No stress
At the end of the day
What I call it
In my brain's we're all crazy
If you know what I mean