Tromah

I would've never guessed I'd be returning to wattpad
          It's been so long, and I went from being a poet to a whole artist now..check me out on all platforms if y'all want lol
          It's Tromah but damn so many things changed..
          Anyways, what's poppin y'all?

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In a lane of f a k e s
          Tryna stay real

Rant Freestyle
          
          Promises, perfect lies you make believe
          Solace, the broken pen, bleed my eyes, they can't forsee
          The lies you make me feel, it's a creed to live when all will leave
          Forsaken peace, undead dream killed by society and their wicked schemes
          My eyes of sorrow, bring a better day for the souls of tommorow, the skies I need
          The tortured sculpture, schizophrenic horticulture, work him out until the devil screams
          Of violence and offensive comments, you built the demon who feasts on the weak
          All I see is blood in the water, dare you fish in the ocean, you'll die of greed 
          Tormented systems, the sockets can see the ocean I have left to grieve
          A lost soul, no home for me, friendship destructed by a hooker he wanted to fuck for a week
          You give me logic and expect me not to explain the logical explanation to why anger's a disease
          Scorching core, burning your veins, crypted massacre inside your brain
          Broken vessels, immunity dismantled, sickness  pursues the pain
          Execution, the executive order to depeive me of my depression, executing the fragments of hope within my sunset days
          Sunrise, the rays too bright, burn the pigment, you feel the rage
          More of a monster than a human at this stage
          More of a depressant than the anti depressant trying to cure my pain
          What was the point of fighting, if the fight gave me the thirst to kill myself 325 ways?
          Pause, is this the utopia society wants to claim?
          Fuck that, now I'll be the one to expose what they've done, they'll manage to paint craze of my wicked ways anyway

"Ambiance, I’m beyond, Basquiat, It’s beyond my mind
          Why I am beyond time, but behind niggas that aren’t timeless"

Ask me how I'm doing, I say "okay"
          But ain't that what we all say?

If money is where you find happiness, you'll always be poor

          "Nobody knows me I'm cold, walk down this road all alone
          It's no one's fault but my own, it's the path I've chosen to go"