Weather Outside

It's like.

Of course there's weather outside when I wanna walk.

It's the pressure that forms the treasure but I don't wanna conform to the threat of pleasure.

I expect to sweat when I meditate.

I reflect on my regrets and accept they're just dead weight.

Lets get what I said straight.

Opposites attract, if that was true my confidence would collapse.

There's a consequence to raps, it's a complex thread to wrap.

What nonsense, I got a convex that circles that.

Like worlds on a turtle's back that swirls in a floral pattern.