INDIGENOUS WINDZ

You ever felt like a failure and the shame don't stop

And every time you make a way it's like the road gets blocked

Some times the gold is in the rubbish under plane old rocks

I Want bezo stock, pesos to take old blocks

Will I forever plummet? From above it to ever lasting dungeons

In the devil clutches, where the smell of flesh burns redundant

But now I'm working at the matinee seeing talent at display hoping that my art will reach that part of fame

What happens when the same adults that used to give you guidance tell yo ass get lost

And what you thought was love is really dying?