Anything’s Possible

The craziest artist
maybe retarded
Aj and Arthur
they’ll make me a martyr
save me from this daily revolver
I’m praying to the savior, the father
He’s saying we’ve lost her
these thoughts are the cost
there’s frost on my collar
there’s sin in the wind
I swim in the harbor
I swear
there’s a scare in the air
now where are the dollars?
right there!?
Prepare to be slaughtered
I can fight or I can write
its the right of an author
I’m typing this harder
I might be a monster
the life of Jeffry Dahmer
a knight in shinning armor
if the night was like my armor
why I even bother
it’s lottery and drama
a lot of these
thots that are hot I see
are probably
someone’s momma
its honestly a problem
don’t talk to me about philosophy
unless you’ve got a lot of weed
I’m God’s envy but Gods in me…

possibly.