Into the blackness..
Static in lies and in facts,
The human condition with knives in our backs,  
A distraction.
The misinformation
An eye for the passion
But lacking in patience,

A sinister force that exhibits extortion illusive and smart
Conducive to art.
Putrid the smog is traversing the dark
Washing our brains
Shrinking our hearts.
Demons will chant over strings of a harp when the genius is sparked
Reaching the end,
Returned to the start..

Ever loved someone so fiercely that it makes them pack away and run?
The smothering intensifies
In turn they thirst for distance.

Though it was never your intention you just always crave their presence,
You annoying little ****.
Ruining love since adolescence.
❤

It's just a black hole consuming all to a point of singularity,
Why is it these days truth is such a rarity?
I feel like I know nothing and still think i have the answers, opinions always shift but move in order like they're dancers
Everlasting..
But that's the holographic nature of this beast im in the belly of, but I eat through beasts like cancer so this beast will become belly up. DEAD.

Reincarnate to a ghostly past,
What is life other than a dream with meanings we cant seem to grasp?
I don't know.. Do you? Im sure you have a statement,
Its human nature to explain the things that we partake in.

I'm gonna' grind through this notepad like the nervous do their teeth
Ive become in love with this art because it's a part of me
Hard to see? No
Ill undress it with C notes
Approaching rap like it's yoga assuming a new pose, but please know..
That NOTHING ever works
       NOTHING ever comes to pass
     NOTHING ever hurts
And that's that pessimistic part of me that has no part in party scenes it's bothered since this mucus has slowly started hardening its hard to breath.
     But still the want to live never dies and when I do its "peace. Much love Fam. High five."
Deuces to the sky with no regrets,
Im falling through this funnel life creeps until its death,
I am here then i left..

A pointless mystery to many men.
We live like products to get placed and hide their needles in our skin.
Everybody run fast vast landscape, concrete, Modern day jungle right here where the bomb meets
The ground....