[Quarter O]

Tryna find the beauty in the ugliness/
Black people disturb your calm no longer my tongue resist/
It’s like the spirit of death beds in this jungle gym/
I made my bed now the reprocussions is bugging friend/
Like Bed bugs..... tossing and turning sleepless nights/
The day’s Agrivation crawls in my ego mind/
Gotta settle this now the hood telepathy/
80% communication stood mentally/
The swag in your walks all the hood needs to know/
... about your status esteem good grief it shows/
Call it a paranoid disorder - the aura attracts demonic spirits/
I scare my boys, Lord I lack trust - my logic errored/
Who’s my enemy, devil schemes on my sense of hearing/
Making the lips on men, a deceptive weapon - eerie/
Distorting their words to agrivate my heart/
The goal is death or in jail thru agrivate assault./