Rooftop Remedy

Skyline breathing ash in the breeze. Old world fading, new stress,

new needs. Got this rooftop rug, couple stains, couple stories.

Cheap lighter, bent pack, same pain, different mornings. Clouds in my

lungs tryna cover up the headlines. Every scroll, new blow, doom dripping are

red lines. Mom, call you eat, I've been running on resentment,

little resin, little grief. Mix into the session, city sirens sing

low like a sad choir. I spark up, watch it dance with the flat

tires. Just me and this rooftop remedy. Let it burn, let it blur,