In my wits and screws I take patience 
I’ve learned that adversity in life 
To withstand uncomfortable versatile natures 
To the beauty of the depth within...god, I always use that word 
But the dynamics of strength resonates
Crenellations cast my skin when I discover another layer 
More wool like strays covering my face to show how beautification works on men with resting 
Like brewing the most nostalgic wine to get that sip that brings you back to the first time 
The first time your tastebuds last felt alive 
Honesty covers only certain limbs of your body 
With more patience there’s more boil 
I construct myself through my fears 
The fear to be great 
The fear to amount more what y’all think I am 
I take my precision and test like film 
Epic classic phenomenon the three adjectives I portray to the admiring
Yet I’m still drowsy to my own arrival 
Substantial decay categorizing my chapters 
Depth on depth is the only measurement to my analysis 
Cancer like energies conveying me when it’s time for true diagnosis 
Yet I’m here wondering why I can be normal 
Cover me in obsolescence and the biggest substance of purification and I’d still be dirty 
Carrying multiplying attachments from whoever I free myself with 
I’m ashamed...but I’m proud. 
You get it?

Dirtyservs