Easy Weather

I'm gonna say it's easy for me to spit this freely for thee.

It's a lethal injection that you're happy to take.

Overdosing on what I just made.

It's the taste of the next level shit.

Divine handle on this rhyme with 'a mental twitch and my spine is aligned with metal bits of sentient chips.

Bypassing tension and stress.

Dear, God, I hope the weather is better than this as I'm getting wetter and the quest isn't getting better only wetter.

Dreaming of Spector's, I'm seeing screaming, the grieving of contenders.

Asking but leaving with no answers.

I'm healing folks with my hands but then I'm ripped from the fourth dimension.

Now I'm forced to mention the killing folks with my hands.