Walls - Vel The Wonder

This is something serious misses

Loveliness near us, interrupting it steers us

Yet touching it fears us, yet its nothing

Periods start to question marks that are left

Cutting in between the line will force your letters

Blend inject, vein habits into ya main habit

Truth will unfold a heavy blanket like ya main rabbit

Shoulder shrug, smoking on ya boldest nug

Contemplating the escape of pain without

Any medicinal sort of drug

You’re bored, so you rock with heavy metal

Lustrus chemical element in the lightest form essential

Vital and crucial to any sign of the truth

Used to be organic vitamins floating inside of you

Now its death, and its bound together in a small bundle

New feelings are to be buried by an old shovel, hold nothing

Anything that forceful, must be offensive

You’re on the fence of acting apprehensive

You’re pensive awaiting your own sentence

You’re the judge, the bailor, the lawyer

You’re own suspect, defendant?

do you have any last words to say?

Yes I’m sorry for being sorry ok

I said I’m sorry for being sorry ok

But no matter how many times it’s said

It doesnt mean shit if you can comprehend whats inside ya head

Stuck in the walls.

Stuck in the walls.

Fucking acting like it ain’t happened is just harassing you

Fake funkin' until you asking for truth

So you can be max at ya groove

Passin' your facts in your rap so smooth

But your past don’t move, neither can you

If you ain’t asking for loot

And fuck a government revenue

Baby keeping it off of the grip

Making the side money is fun

But its not enough when you’re having a kid

But you ain’t got to worry about that yet

You’re just a kisser, a teaser, no pleasing

Cus you got a main squeeze and ya juice is delicious at home

You just like to wine taste some different tones

Bulks of grapes, they feed 'em to you like most of your slaves

Stuck in a phase, your feelin' disgustin' for days

Bustin' your name is already tiring at such a young age

It must be a phase, ya lustrous ways

Hush of the day you fucked up your name

Bury it in your secret garden, the roses bloom backwards in this yard

Who knows why they like to live large and then they miss they mark

Life is easier under wraps, cus the words of the beauty

Take it away like a map and you lose your direction and truly miss your view

So your posted in the garden, practice wall, aerosol and talk of your

involvement

Spraying the truth instead of your name, jail is more livid inside of your brain

But you dont mind it all of the time, at least you got the walls to listen

Layer after layer of paint, the truth shall fossil inside and glisten