White Ash Heart  / Soft & Wet Scarecrow

“If there was anyone to ever get through this life

With their heart still intact, they didn’t do it right”

Then I must have done more than alright N mine

Because I broke mine so many times &

Then I tore open my chest again 2 get at it

So, became fine white ash from being crushed

Next, was laying them N lines like I do my rhymes

Ascended after snorting them all up like Angel Dust

Well, until the sky got 2 high & my brain combusts

Then, realizing eyes were closed & upside down &

Soon found my sound buried deep N the ground

Below even bedrock – try sulfur & brimstone

As a lake of lava charred my broken bones

After rhen, draining out all of my marrow

Now without a brain, bones nor soul, so

“Might as well” then go N a Korn field

& become it’s Soft & Wet scarecrow

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