My gift to you is silence.
It is being done with all this.
And I have to be ready.
I have to be ready to yield, to surrender unto the universe.
I have to shut my mouth..
For real..
It’ll be A present.
Wrapped in bows and silver gift wrapping.
A gift.
From me to you.
“here”
You’re off the hook.
I’m done.
That day might come.
And I’m sorry for everything.
But understand,
Understand what kept me alive during all of this,
(holla at ya boi)
Shut up,this ain’t about you, it’s about this run.
And this birth,
And this weighing…
No.
My gift is silence.
My gift is stopping.
And I’m ready when you’re ready.
We can go toe to toe in a cemetery-DMX
You see?
Probably not.
That’s fine.
I don’t need to explain my spirit to you.
The why is a luxury, always.
Always
dawn 