Fugazi

Fugasie, a pocket full of you hate me.

Because you ain't me.

I flip my shit, shift my wrist, twist 'a bit.

Bitten lip as I'm sentence deep with 'a presence steep!

Beam up Scotty, my weapons heat be keeping me from getting sleep.

When I see you my stress levels peak.

Then I guess, my devil's eat and oddly they wrestle with sheep.

Then it dawned on me that you be 'a vessel for peace, that's why I eat.