I’m just a boxer tryna think outside the “box”
My mind in water reminiscent of eroding rocks ( don’t drown)
Bouncing in my head, Ricocheting my thoughts
I then create casualties
Thinking like I, stinging like bees
My thoughts are butterflies (HA!)
Floating in this sky
Walking on ROY G BIV, With skittles I my pockets
Thoughts from N.A.S.A blasting off like rockets
They Are of alien kind
Are the thoughts in my mind
Think of my thoughts as flying pigs
Thinking of a frozen hell, and cancer less cigs
Now my thoughts give the pad full body handshakes
As I’m trying to avoid chronic headaches
And they never sleep, so my bed aches
Soo if my thoughts owned eyes they would have rags beneath them
My thoughts are my sword, its time to unsheathe them
Are u confused?
Kevon Crute