Tag: curtis b

by CURTIS B. 

Illuminati baby, came from the pyramid. If I’m reading,
I hope that you’re hearing this. Triangles, your soul, they
put fear in it. I can peer into it. Never basic,
always exclusive, when I’m creating something
my foot goes into it. That image, I drew it, had
things on my mind then came to a conclusion—
Illuminati baby, that’s all illusion.

by CURTIS B

Hidden faced. Hidden in places behind this mask,
nobody understands my pain so don’t even ask
Or bother because of my mask my father
Doesn’t talk to me or his daughter. I hide
My face because of the laughter, the chatter
The burns my ears from the years of all these tears,
My fears, exist no more they’ve been slammed
Shut and locked behind a door.