Shooting Arrows

Money like an alphabet

I’m tripping on letters

Don’t believe me, let’s have a bet?

You said Emma behave

I said Emma be brave

Senses running around

Truths coming out

Streaks of light and understanding

Was my dismantling and re-mantling

Impulsivity was my core energy

Dyszpraxic socially but moving gracefully

Depending who u ask

I came along way from my peaks and lows

That cyclical cycle of shooting arrows

Far from the best and not my best

But I keep moving, grooving and boogie-ing

The supporters have still got love for me

I was bleeding love but they fixed me

As it was just me, my raffy and the wasters

Roaming the streets at night

They gave me some honesty

I didn’t listen properly

But now I sense a change

A broadening perspective of recent history

Relieved me of this mystery

That of being me