To give you the power I don't even have by admitting that I was wrong and you were right, at least it's off my chest so I can loosen up a bit and adopt a better workout plan. Constantly overwhelming my muscles with work I could've put off tomorrow, I choose to come prepared now and well rested for any test that presents itself to me. I love to see you getting fit and not needing me to spot you on everything anymore cause slowly our favorite spot was turning into a detention center. I have no choice now but to pay attention. It can serve as a reminder that I haven't walked the stage and graduated just yet, I'm an undergrad. Teach me more.

On the surface it seems that I don't take too much personal but my energy beneath is personified as a mad man. Does the mind play tricks or do I get in that man's way because I always have a logical explanation referring to human nature as to why it's not that man's day, I can't cry a river for him cause then my fluidity goes dry. Reserve brain fluid and chemicals for better chemistry, reacting only to a man that could never be taken out of his element, cause then the math is simple and I find no problem to second guess anything, although the feeling is growing inside that I've become caricatured on the surface. Who have I become?

Got flak for being a clout chaser, I used reverse psychology and praised them for being haters to approve my agenda. It's what the world revolves around these days besides glitters I used to criticize current day rappers for glorifying; I recently bedazzled my footsteps to follow, made em all blind, materializing this path as if it's the way to heaven. It's hell to get here but as long as you believe in yourself, and don't let nothing cross right under your nose, sniff out the bloodthirsty fish within this ocean, the current does make a way for others soon to follow, never have no worries. Quite a smart *** I may be, or maybe I lost my mind, no regrets at this point, it evens out; you should get your sensitivity back once the high comes down, but do it over, and over, and over again.

Rich as the soil, my people rich as the soil, I want no dirt on my name, compared it to ***** in a bucket; so I don't want to stay in my community, I thrive with the people with hearts cold as concrete, no cookouts, at least there's no shootouts. My people lost in the sauce, I'm seasoned to drain these ***** ****** that taint my kids growth, no room for weeds to induce it. I'm rich as the soil, my people rich as the soil, until they know it, they're nutrient poor as the sand, you won't catch my kids at sand boxes; we'll be in gardens growing sweet potatoes and cabbages and poison it to savages.

Moving up while down. The fact I left looks right. I stopped to go slow, fast to locate trafficking at all costs. Back and forth it comes and goes, highs became lows as my self image of life in heaven was ego death within hell, I switch sides to play it safe, I'm on nobody's side, we go our seperate ways, and our differences unites us.

Excitatory signals fizzes out to satisfactory aftertaste once madness finds motivation and passion to let it go, I fly kites as a pacifist, the wind compassed it to encompass constant effortless field of featherweights, I believe I'm from the feather that flocks with superhumans that possess such birds eye view while my critics eat crow, I am so-so fly, on this so called surface where most just watch the clouds go by and never go above and beyond, they **** and dunk while I shoot for the stars, a shooting star I can be- beyond the court where we appeal but let the dome govern our range, I'm such a gamechanger.

Started from the bottom going over the top into a bottomless place, I over thought it from the top of my head, simply stuck with the basics at the tail end of what begun to be the last resort, rise above your situation, what goes up must come down, back into reality, head out the clouds, on to my hideout, head in my ***, headed to ******* myself over when the surrounding atmosphere becomes thin, my skin ain't thick enough to handle the pressure, the ******* blew by back out, legs became shaky, moaning from the pleasure and pain, I'm sprung with this nexus, sexually confused.

Winded while at a standstill, breathless!, the standard to win with integrity, I felt like I lost my life for a split second so I'm at a loss of words, give me time recollect what happened before the impact, think before I speak!, speak less to respect the flow of nature and regain the balance with this life force and trust that I WON'T.. FADE.. AWAY.

An elite caliber collective in its prime, strength in numbers used to be my weakness, as I was Mr. Do-it-all with a to-do list that left me clueless, even I do's were proven to be useless; left alone to contemplate it, I was ran off the playing field with a game plan predictable. Predicted to fail, my addiction left me winless, raindrops on my window, window pain became foggy, when I evaporate it with such brute force, I was weaker from such blunt force burned to ash. Rollover, toss and turn, racing thoughts kept in an urn, to open Pandora's box means to freefall but come out stronger, what can't **** me makes me stronger as I've risen above apathy, happily thankful for the nosedive or better yet skydive I lived to tell about. Accompanied by comrades that helped me get up and walk again, soon y'all will see me fly again once- I have fully recovered, kiss the sky and pursue your dreams, we all wake up at some point, once my eyes are fully opened, mine too will manifest in reality.

Mostly kept quiet, my loudmouth is reserved for those that deserve it; hard to keep a low profile cause a high demand burns holes in my pockets. These Levi's were hand me downs that's quickly tossed to fire, gave back to the earth as a chemical compound; you got nerve to call me cheap and selfish. Your talk is cheap cause you obviously don't understand illiteracy and it could cost you never being heard due to increasing expectations. This comes from experience and just to make ends meet, I had to quiet myself and find where all the hype was coming from, only to learn that closed mouths don't get fed, yes; but, you have to say the magic word(s), and I went hungry for a while, though you still won't see a bib around my neck; hell naw!

Receiving substantial compensation from no other than my competition who knew I was still hungry like a mad man fighting for the little he has left. His pride never left him and he's hungry to feed it back to health so he can be easily distinctive from these sorry motherfuckas expecting handouts but had no will to fight for that ****. I'm the first one there and the last to leave, not tooting my horn cause all I need is my headlights to expose that weakness in your physique. My technique is simple, just a knock out artist punching in and punching out when I'm satisfied with my results after giving it all I got. Another challenge lies ahead; time to lay down another law cause the law of yesterday is not enough to dictate the moves I have to make today. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, bob & weave *******, this survival **** evolves to be one step ahead, gotta step up to the plate- fight your way to heaven, that is all that's left to say.

Such a return to form I feel fluidity fastening freedom faster fore I fully fasten my seat belt, flat compositions fattened the first though last effort filtered for finishing my fabulous flamboyant firework. Fanboys filling fanmail with fatuous filler, factually it's fractious, firmly, I will return the favor feeling legendary, abanoning facetious features, feasting on the fever to bring back balance, all that's factitious will fantastically flee, fishing for fiction can't fit with the flow, it's empty calories like fishy feces used as fertilizer; I can't fathom to fixate on a flower that can't grow to fulfill the fantasy into a factual reality, which it now is just a futile factor of a false hope ******* up the future to be fatally flawed & fake.

To account for this meaningless daytime stroll, I'm taking footsteps in the dark to save my fuel for something meaningful and bright enough to outshine the ghosts I tend to see around this time. No need for gas, get off my *** and show the moonlight some respect, keeping me comfortable enough to sip on wine in this starry night, make a wish to see another day, in the words of Pac, "through every dark night there's a brighter day" to accompany a new born mindset I promise to keep as sunny as can be, no need for the kiddy beverage of Sunny D, this is practice to be a changed man and practice what I preach in the heat of the night, and to all that took the time to listen, sleep tight, I keep you in my prayers to see another day as well, let's make it last forever as is heaven and hell.