I love you, but I hate you too.
Hey Hermes,
What the hell happened?
Hell fucking happened
And I weren’t even rappin’.
I’m trapped here below,
Could you throw down a rope?
I need your damn guidance.
To get to the throat.
I’m just going to write this here freestyle. No edits. Wheezin’.
Hermes is my shepard.
But he slipped out the door.
Right when I needed Him.
Goddamn that whore.
What do I do now?
Well, I still have you, Love.
Although you are angry,
You’ll get me above.
And when We get up there,
We’ll take on the sky.
We’ll do it together, Mom.
We will get by.
And what will ‘ol Mercury say once we do?
“I was delayed. These damned wingéd shoes!”