i’m not dying without
my flow in tow, no go
it’s why, i’ve shifted gears
right down to this slo-mo
yes, lo and behold
this girl refuses—won’t go
i’ve stopped mid-track
skip one rat race, just so
true talk, my existence is
some kind of drift-n-drag
and my potential to fail
is most defiantly, no gag
and should in case you think
i’m being a little too known
why, sure, i lose in das kapital
& my finances are all blown
instead, i sit and wait—
there’s no paper, when 9-5’s overthrown
what to expect from trees on which
money is never grown
still, i be—chill, in art and awe,
plus doing things that I adore
i fit dey enjoy, oh hell, even
some plenty bliss might score
this is why, I stoop to conquer so
for seeds of silence, I do sow
and like i said, for me and jobbing, no go
i choose to die with my entire flow in tow