if we could all agree

to lettin’ our souls become free of that sweet bitterness
then whose chest would have the most seeds?
i keep misfocusin’ my needs and this stress on my back
with them caps they be blastin’ into my knap sack
ain’t no accidental deathtraps
my mishap is the fact that i’m destined to snap
it’s when i feel as though my body’s able to go
my mind is ready to flow
did you know: first you catch and then i throw?
it’s my own sense of time
if i’m late it’s ‘cause i’m endin’ my day
just when the sun shines and still gently advising the arisin’ of the moon
as it rolls around into my soundproof dimension.