sinful hard work

When I woke up in the morning, Sunshine bright outside we got our own little rhyme I'm the Start Taking Flight no no map in my pocket just see vibing in my soul room in the dice on my dreams watch me take control I twist the the rolls break them down like Legos dancing on my own beat with with my own seat of egos and got a playlist on my light what a delight spinning wrongs until right starts swirl like it's storm or the chaos begins and mirrors crack Reflections twist his face is full of thin heart heavy with their weight of the battles I can win still wrighting them down with a pen this shit wasn't the end.