The weeping willow is reaching out to me.
The moon tries to communicate with me.
Telling me everything will be okay,
Even though boarder control is taking away 21 savage as we speak.
He has worked so hard, almost at his peak.
And with 6ix9ine put away, probably getting slapped on the butt cheek.
The rocks on the beach lay so still.
Like the Xanax label on my pills.
Life gets so hard.
