Consequences

There's consequences, I don't give a fuck about their nonsense.

It's obvious, it's concepts, it's cockiness, it's complex.

Give 'a blunt answer. I don't give 'a fuck, cancer in my lung, full of banter and fun, cause I can't be killed, can't be thrilled.

Enchanted by 'a plant, I feel 'a chant, pill in my hand and I ascend be chill, acquire Zen be real.

I aspire the higher, be all I can be when I desire fire!