Reputation

U play the name as if I was so safe,

Ive done the tape,

Seeing O’s face,

Something U come with,

Trapped in a dream,

My life is done wit,

To understand self u must understand work,

Before hands the head inertia,

Sounds pulp the fiction of my slavery,

Because of your conniving baby,

Stopping the stills of the factors,

Changing each moment uneased by contractors,

Tense moments they never get to know,

Released in the woods of letting go.