Wondering searching for answers in parts

In the Parts of me that could never give a fuck

Cause the park is where most of us went to get out

And get out of our heads cause we needed the rest

The anatomy of the art, is to cuss

Cause our parents and managers and teachers suck

And they are constantly preaching the same kind of kak

Cause I'm losing my shit and I need to get out

What if we get sick of it

Fires and lighters and we could get it all lit

Cause what if we break most of it

Broken hearts only healed through broken appliances

What if we go claim it all

Lowkey all we only needed was the love and the affection

What if ,this is just art

Do what you please with it, I hope you listen attentively rah

What if

We get

Sick

Of it ×8

I'm sorry I wrote it

I'm sorry I made it

I'm sorry the words that I said couldn't save it

I'm sorry to all those that think I'm an asshole

The egoistic tendencies that are past me

Apologies to all my friends

Apologies to all the people that lended a hand

The fuck do yall want from me I did my part in return ,I payed all my dues and I did

I'm sorry not sorry to all the niggas I hated

Yall can fuck off

I'm sorry for cussing so much

Believe me I don't do it often ,I was raised in a good home

I'm sorry for those that I led on, into thinking I like them, but sadly I don't

I'm sorry to star, for doing that shit that I did in the past ,but I know he over it

I'm sorry to nan, I'm sorry to dad ,I'm sorry that I could never really mean it

I'm sorry to broken hearts and broken paths

And I'm sorry, I lost my little brother's hat

I'm sorry to niggas and bitches that I use those terms to refer to them people, I'm sorry

I'm sorry to every single person that I Said sorry to ,cause I never mean it

(Huh)

I'm writing my shit in a book

I'm writing for all the divine people that could look

And to put to work it's a piece

I'm hoping to see what type of art comes out of this leap

Cause I meet em and greet em and sleep on the art

But they're great ,better than I could ever be

Cause I've been looking

And I've been searching

For the only one that I couldn't break

They're name is marcie ,a prince

She's the only one that gave me a kink

He's the only one that I couldn't trick

He's the only one with that I would've picked

(breathe)

They are a part of me

They have the light in me

They are the one lighting the spark and fire in me

They and the people I love are the reason I keep this shit close to me

I know look

I made this piece

I made this art

To exhale these thoughts and a blunt

I know that it might seem confusing but maybe listen and you could catch up look

Lend

An

Ear

And learn from the shit that I gotta say ,blah blah in the book

and try to make it yourself ,you are great, don't ever ever doubt it again look