Dear Ms. Nicks

How ya know my soul

In a Fleetwood Tower

Built by Mac & Prose

E8 lattice

with a hardwired 5D status

Still walk barefoot

just to feel my toes

I'm Miss D. Cline

Once a prodigy child

Encapsulated in the clouds

of written skies

From ivory keys

A half step minor surprise

Took a look back in those

Kind of Blue eyes

Had to go miles through motion

Before I ever realized

You don't judge the sinner

For their song of demise.

It took a few trips

Just to get like me

It took a few lifetimes

To wipe the 3rd eye clean

Sometimes I didn't like what I'd see

Forget the reflection

Come closer please

Come closer please

Now ya gotta ascend

To make sacrifice

Cuz it aint no

Mf turn around twice.

Put it all in ya looks

If ya aint one shook

Cuz it aint no such thing

As half way crooks

Half way halls

Giving half way looks

I'd go back to the ball

But I can't afford the books

So we working off the knowledge

Of what you're seeing

Can somebody please come

Get like me

W to the ITC

Aint ya never

Aimed to the real screen

Have you ever

Seen the veil set free

In your soul

Have you never

Felt the mf breeze

Of a worldly matter

I'm heavenly degrees

Golden Phi

Lost in my own symmetry

And lost in my own demise

I'd say come here but I'm

scared of the sky (this guy)

Half the battle knowing

Is unknowing what you've seen

They say tomorrow's gone

But that shit is a breeze

So cut the cord

Baby girl be free

Cut the cord

Cut the cord

Cut the cord

Be free

Dope

Feel the cord set free

Feel the cord set free