Out'O My Head

I'm looking to see what part of this odyssey I can excel in and be God to the people.

I'm teaching them my experience of rebelling.

Situation literally went displacing when the switch in my head went.

Sensation of synergy.

I'm acting like I'm a witnessing to a thinking.

But I'm neither listening or rethinking my creativity as a manifestation of probability.

I'm not when I am taken towards the hostility.

I'm totally lost when I'm not serving my purpose to the full extent of my ability.

I'm looking for a side of me that I forgot how to surface because I cannot see the value without her purchase.

Looking nervous as I pretend I'm not cooking from the heat that's coming from her cervix.

I used to think it cruel but now I don't relate when I'm writing a verse or lyric.

It's too late, I've awaken to a new state of hurt, truth and panic.

It's out of my head.