Like Gilgamesh

Swinging pens like swords

much like the fifth king of the song
external wrongs
writted
*clears throat*
righted.
Lyrical correction
building
on beats
screaming
and retreat.
leap
verbally bout chics that want
in my sheets.
The best
hidden
trying to retreat
emotions
unwilling
the hiding
not
fulfilling
but I'm chilling...