Mod. LAW (Tme_Wpn_Series)

My spirit feels it’s one hundred and twenty one
Or maybe twenty two, but time moves like I just begun yo
What to do when replaying a game already won ya’ll
Is move as if you’re ignorant to first playthrough nigga shit
That keeps us in the penitentiary fighting that penmanship.
At twenty three- something that bullets can’t defeat
Decided to bare it’s teeth, revealing a thin physique
I shot but it bled ink and I thought it was on the brink
But instead it was laughing as if it knew what a nigga think
Before he speak. Before ruining me tried to get through to me
In languages I don’t remember, though I speak em fluently
Eschewing the principles I learned practicing truancy
I foolishly accepted it’s challenge, twenty four
Crashing on couch and floor, a far cry from the allure
I’m reminded by these papers I pulled up out of the drawer
That the weight of the pen is often much heavier than the sword