You’ve only heard stories about me
I’m apart of your mythology
Writing new editions daily
A lot of late night additions lately
She’s mesmerised blind by my memorized lines
Pouring poems from my pores
It’s a hundred-and-fucking-eleven degrees
The farthest thing away from heaven is me
Prayer beads and more needs
Knee deep in these dreams
Downstream in the streets
Give me my glory
Andrew/Borger/Writes 