it don’t smell right,
don’t feel right,
so it ain’t right.
sat on it until my stomach churned,
but when the fruits of my labor
couldn’t provide that butter i’d been hoping for,
i knew it was time to let go,
and see where this road would go.
had to let loose cuz there’d be no winner.
and the point wasn’t to win. so i hope we make it out of this.