Shoes are Tied

My shoes are tied, I can't move.

I'm always looking for the bright side of bad news but it's hard to find.

I can't lose my mind every time it's dark outside.

Every sign has clues.

Every kind of sad views.

Every line grabs you.

Every rhyme I rap to combats taboos.

Rabbits around my values.

Habits like tablets are round too.

It happens like magnets, patterns to balance and ground you.

Passion is like magic, it found you.