They Need You to Ïgnore This:

Blockchain dreams
and meditraption games,

Plan B is Plan A,
the outcome’s the same.

If these walls could talk,
they'd sing the same ole song,

keep ya songs to yaself
when the vibe feels wrong. 

Your destiny accepted your fate,
that’s true, 
you can hurt,
but healing’s waiting for you.

Caught in the whirlwind
of a second wind’s grace,

I beg to differ,
too late to embrace.

God is gangsta,
the devil’s too square,

loving you is complicated,
and that’s hard to bear.

What can I blame you for?
I’m still not sure,

But through it all,
chasing healing feeling,
pure.