Paper Prophecies - Malaki

Sorry I’m not talking I left my soul at home

Socialising, no surprising outside a social home

Rumbling belly

Autumnal breeze from the east

Fold the skin

Licks the lips

As it creased

Acting sketchy

Just a black sheep

Now I’m stressy

Ask me for my skin but I just give her a filter

Anxiety wins when I deny that I miss her

Spend my time getting eyed from a Rizzla

A ripped-jean coke fiend

Now that’s a tongue twister

Lung kisser

From that late night spliffy

Within me just a whiskey

Catch the train in a jiffy

That vicious cycle to nightfall

Cuz I’d fallen to the night

Alcohol delightful

Despite this

I’m lifeless

Not feeling alright

So I left

Caress a bench

Toes gripped tight

Upon closer inspection

A collection of flowers

A rose that flourished

Not discouraged by the weather’s powers

Drunk mind towers as he stares

Not every flower in life has a petal

But it’s prepared for the animosities

Atrocities we bring

Codeine, a coke dream

Feeling lonely grab a drink

Corrupt sold their soul

For a baggy and a 7UP

Glamourizing syrup

They never advertise the slump

Agonized you’re stuck

Falling down on your luck

No eyes to prise

What’s next, another bump?

A mother’s love at the back of your mind

Push it aside white collar crime takes the eye

Like father I deny

Find scholar when he writes

Night conquered with a fight

Man this can’t be right

Nineteen

Gave his mind to the Sertraline

Chasing dreams in a magazine

It seems

He’s just craving that evergreen

I don’t supress stress

I would bathe in it

Lay in it

Comfortably numb

Succumb to my existence

Persisting to be foolish

Distract me with an arrow off of cupid

When in reality

I’m feeling blueish

Stick the skins

Rid the sins

With a can by the canal

Skateboards fly by in their flannel

Man I’m losing signal

Change the channel

Cuz I’ve been this way since Ed, Edd and Eddie hit the telly

Hey Arnold’s on the celly

Told you to grow up

Your life’s already ready

In a flash fall like confetti

With no celebration

Pupils dilating

Another pupil in education

Just acting unsteady

Loosen the tie

Can’t breathe

Acting serious like a rhyme without a beat

I’ll bleed for you

To show you who I truly am

Release the truth through the scars in my hand

I thought we all had a plan

Childhood good kid gone bad

Notebook and a pen

Misunderstand the meaning of sad

Few misdemeanours

We descend but sure look I’m grand

Heartbreak

Too late

Fools shake

Under the covers of a new escape

Childhood lovers

A closed gate

But he would hop walls

Determination in his bones

Solidified a sad song through earphones

Cheaters and liars

Feeling deniers

Fuck and a run

Duck from the scum

Until

The One