Zo Much To Zay

by Zamounde the Footstepper

Zo' much to zay
I don't control my mind
I mean I don't recline
Speaking I mean seeking
To speak, quick like a bird's beak
Pecking, pecking on hard head soft ears
Regardless of my fears
Zo' much to Zay
If I may
I like to say
That I feel love
In my heart
But hate in my hands sometimes
I get so mad from stupid things
That happen
Can you hear me rappin'
I mean people
Why can't happiness appeal
Against it's opposite will
Zo' much to Zay
That's what it sounds like mixed with tears
Grown baby, a man to the world, but a child to the Man
Up above all altitudes or attitudes
With no cape will super heroes fly
No truth below the lie
No matter how hard some will try
I have love in my eyes
But I carry a bat sometimes
Because when you have so much to say
Some would rather you not make it home
But we will survive Zo they Zay
Through children we flow
Future/past mixed in a bottle
Served room temperature
Only to face a cold world
With aspirations to return
To the beginning
To fight the ending
I spin the bottle out of confusion
With no cap
Let it be known
That I covered it all 360 degrees
Zo much to zay
If it's not used it'll spoil unused
If I close my mouth
It'll be child abuse
Mental torture for the spirit that lives within
Travels in spit
Air friction
Lightening bolts
Oceans of thoughts
hydraulically fulfilling

Zo Much To Zay by Zamounde the Footstepper

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