Honeytrap

I don’t know shit, Though I act like it. I just know I’ve tripped, rising doesn’t seem inviting. What are convictions that I stand upon? Conclusions that I’ve drawn, that my story’s long gone, And finished with. A minute to win it, im sitting with hours spent wasting away. So pardon my picture and bloodier frame, if I aint the same, As I was for many days. I can’t bring myself to pray, change happens either way. Ain’t aint great? Not my predictions. Just listen: I dont do this for winning or because I know I am different. It’s just how I spin it amidst my intentions that’s mixing my start and my finish. I don’t know the end-- I don’t know shit, Though I act like it. I just know I’ve tripped, rising doesn’t seem inviting. I don’t know shit, Though I act like it. I just know I’ve tripped, rising doesn’t seem inviting. I don’t know shit. I know nothing. Nothing’s a lot. I don’t know shit. But I’ll turn it to something. Watch. I don’t know shit. I know nothing. Nothing’s a lot. I don’t know shit. But I’ll turn it to something. Watch. Watch, me maintain my spot. My stubbornness is my only op. I’d argue with god, I’d disagree with clocks. I’d stop, but I must keep going. The river is flowing. Can’t tell which way it’s going, im spinning. Impending my limits beget me. From fear, maybe the strain of my envy, clouds tempt me and bring to knees, Like skies, I am empty. I wish to hold the breeze. But even that leaves. I milk my metaphors to get some cheese. I don’t know shit, Though I act like it. I just know I’ve tripped, rising doesn’t seem inviting. I don’t know shit, Though I act like it. I just know I’ve tripped, rising doesn’t seem inviting. I don’t know shit. I know nothing. Nothing’s a lot. I don’t know shit. But I’ll turn it to something. Watch. I don’t know shit. I know nothing. Nothing’s a lot. I don’t know shit. But I’ll turn it to something. Watch. But don’t watch for too long. I’m expecting a finish line, To hear a trumpetous song instead of tumultuous tides. I’m tied down. I did it to myself, Who I have to blame now? I shoulder blame and blades, Daily like calendars. Maybe I shouldn’t just assume, and take a different avenue. I hope to hope, but that sounds weak and cheug. But I’ll do it anyway. What I have to lose? I don’t know shit, Though I act like it. I just know I’ve tripped, rising doesn’t seem inviting. I don’t know shit, Though I act like it. I just know I’ve tripped, rising doesn’t seem inviting. I don’t know shit. I know nothing. Nothing’s a lot. I don’t know shit. But I’ll turn it to something. Watch. I don’t know shit. I know nothing. Nothing’s a lot. I don’t know shit. But I’ll turn it to something. Watch. I act like im in a rush all the time. I feel like when Im with me that I ain’t fine. I figure it’s a flaw in my design. Of that I’m convinced, But I Can’t know until I’m at least 25