mask. - Jean Grae

Man, the things you learn in this world deserve space, their own orbits

The pleasurable, the most morbid

No post-posting your destiny til you’re post-mortem

But I guess I’m mostly post-modern in my theorems though

a lot, in moderation

But my moderation’s higher than the average human

I choose to use imagination more than normal

I’m dreaming right now, I teleported you through portals

Supported with the thought that thoughts become things in an instant

An instinct is to think fast

When you blink, you wait for impact

You blink and Jeannie been past

No blockage and no impasse

Cannot is not in this class, no Ramadan is this fast

I won’t promote a groupthink

Emote so much I leave verbatim in the booth, thick

And I would never use this music to abuse things

I just want motherfuckers to do things

Damn

Take your mask right off and

Show me your face

I love you

There is a place for us

Promise I’ll keep you safe

And show me your

Show me your

Show me your

Show me

Show me your

There’s nothing wrong with the chinks in your armor

Character building like your damages, sans for drama

And if you’re dealing with your issues, bonus

But cannot deal with them with you -- I know you’re mostly a loner

But I’m alone in it too, holding your shoulder

And I would like to hold it all if you’re feeling the moment

Though we could see where we’re going

Pursuing something that’s beautiful

I’m a hopeless romantic

I hope this doesn’t do damage to all the friendship we’re building

I never claimed to be coping

And even keeping closed my, a door that’s usually open

Cause you’re unusually focused, and that’s the nail in the coffin

That I’ve been laying and loving, just waiting here in the dark

Want to tell you but can’t

It’s steady killing me softly

I just orbit you often

You’re amazing, but fuck it

I keep rejection at bay and my feelings graciously tucked in

Wanna say I want your name to form a suffix