I stuck my toes in the water, it's something in that ******* causing me to bother, it's natural rhythm, I occupy that *** and master what has risen, my fear, floating on the logic that I'm here, imagine, this was applied to the childish, wild ****, these crash dummy's got no scratches when they use my wish.. got a problem with them kids ***** burst bubbles, let em know their life is fragile, it's a curse and a struggle, the tough love loves em like they never been, the father figure most had never had or don't remember when, the presence of it could just motivate, and correlate with the more you take, I had a theory that that figure was me, I didn't figure it out, till I grasped all this figurative speech, that's going around and bringing me down, it called me a *****, well I ain't that, let's stick to the facts, and build off of that, so I will protect and provide the genocide of ***** like tendencies, and they'll remember me, "don't **** with a man like that, he's made!", and people like that, are paid, the reparations from back in the day.

For me it's better none than one, but fore the game was ever done, I must witness the fun, the inexcusable, unapologetic fetish, call it what you want, I'm a so called, vet that's reusable!, I find the feat as if no man just compete but see I'll feel I am complete when there is just a man to beat, never on fleek but off beat, so on with the off this, I see what the wave is, so learn how to crave it, from riding its ****, being something I clicked with, you cannot tell me I came in the backside, possessed, I'm stressed, at best, I'm weak, so I will, react when, you act and, you speak, I see an endless no-no, I'm lost with this bro, if he knew just what I knew he would let me let him know.. every so-so he was solo from his caramel queen, call em busy bodies, serving as an antibodi to the world, ridding some of all their antigens, their genetics, I consider them as purebred twin flames, hope they multiply their legacy cause the offspring of me may be one with a creep, they were one with themselves so they're one with the world, if I'm one step to taking the steps to be too, I'll cleanse all my foul roots that bore me bad fruit.

Though my morals still were mostly number one, as cordial as I come, I'm mortal where I'm from, so they die off when I get high off me, myself and I, then off said head to be prepared for dreadful humble pie, gluttony was the last option so chances for truth to serve me, I'm unlucky with that in fact...you tell me what it all looks like when it don't look right, like hell?, well your right... bite the hand that feeds myself, fuel just to lead myself as being a beggar and nothing better, the wayside, where I'm bound to be the roadkill, no sugarcoating, it's concrete and most ill, what got me there?, to be fair, I couldn't see what just was simply in front of me, what's your excuse?..the activist just reacts and acts a ***** plus they u-turn so who earns the right of way?, no need for a dead pool, the dead end has arrived, it's a live scene right in front of us.. get your popcorn ready, join the fun.. you can run but you can't hide... the thing that's funny to me.. it was yesterday this all was feeling fantasized.

The truth really hurts when your just brutally honest about the fake smiles and names I'll just keep to myself, in fact I'm crucially you know, uno!-about my business, I'm my witness, so endless about my efforts to be in this, I'm currently hurting just from my urgency, given I, knew it was easier just to live a lie, try, to be your separate support, but know your vessel tries to play games of dress up for sport...no subtle shots, I figured that my struggle stops as soon as I join em, I'm in my weakest state, forgive me!, maybe the ammo within my legacy can still outlive me, In the wake of it, I hope it pulls the trigger and stopped sleeping on my efforts just to reload and try again, it can be tragic when the hero is anti but tries to win, a tale with a contradiction, you read it but never sought to edit it, it's entertaining to you, just watch it unfold and let the context give life to how it pertains to you, and get acquainted with this comic con, we could go every night, tell me how it makes you feel, keep it real but dress your type, I like, when there is no evidence of some kryptonite, making us, somewhat apocalyptic and picking fights.

Ego death, known as Identity theft, counting zero stacks!, where my hero at?!, left where my credit is just an uncredited sidenote.. but I wrote that!, nobody ever chose to stick around and **** with me like that!, my body count is one body, it's all me!, riding on my own ****, ****** in this complicated relation that's grown, reverting to reverse to insert in my own comfort zone, everybody's dying tonight!, recognize where I came from, very few could live to tell, smells of my old self all coming back, never came to my senses, till I thought I found peace, watched demons release, but my vessel was a stronghold, never deceased, but at least, the cover up would put em to sleep; seeped through the cracks and I did it like that, who could face up!, plus I'm going bankrupt!.. in a blank stick up.. who's guilty of my trip up?!

Ah yes, history repeats itself don't it?, I pray that it will teach itself, won't it?, but when I see it's all in my hands, I had trouble comprehending what to plan, I can't fade away been faded long enough, but let me show you just why this system was tough, I trip, trip, trip till I tripped upon this, and I finally could grip since not here or now, I'm still up in this mix, now with people that I mixed with, though I still was ignorant with what this **** was mixed with, ready for the consequence, euphoria with paranoia, I guess I seen it all, yes I mean it all, standing tall feeling I could never come short, but you blow it and I'm forced to see the stars again, I wish I was the brightest one... but then, what if I blackout and lose control, the light must never leave me, come fill the void of my black hole, feeling disconnected from the universe, I unite with the emptiness that light could never touch, and such, them people be like "see me when you see it right, you freely in this prison feeling needy for what is needed, just free yourself!", but I did already!, I felt I wasn't ready!, my dreams could be heavier, proving they could carry more weight than highs could, but then would I put too much on my shoulders?!, more then I should?!...YEAH, I WOULD.

Raise a village as an anonymous image; unanimous synonymous gibberish, different ****, if it fancies my finish, I could live with it, the type of happiness that grows on trees from the tree of good and evil, the tree of life humble in approach, seldom encroached by the ones that live to die, my intuition feeling that they're one in the same, though my afterthoughts rarely caught attention, could never get my head around em, playing hide and seek with the prophecy, I could profit if I claim I found it, first being dumbfounded, then well-rounded, it astounded chosen ones till the end of my run.. I ran away feeling slowly increasingly gone for good, cause I misunderstood, how we all could come across with the words that we speak, cliche and tongue-in-cheek with my mouth unaware of how I got there, reiterate to clear my throat; my native tongue that was foreign dialect to my scholar fans, they'd ignore the advisory sticker, to get the picture as a wiser stan, be a man, I cheer you on... it was clear I was gone.

Addicted to heaven, your detox is hell!, sober in the underworld, dare me to tell?!, speak wise words young son, I'm all ears, all fears set aside, I'm here for the ride, the years which I tried, to delve in it deep, it's apparent through my transparent shield known as "tough skin", I suppose, rose with a pose which I know all to well, I'm stiff!, and if- I shiver, the words I deliver, you beg to differ, I'm dying for some ants in my pants!, at least I would dance like no one was watching, catch 22, I'm 21, what's the takeaway?, we ain't gotta complicate things!, learn to live a lot and think a little, pledge to indulge, never be superficial but make it official, our beauty is skin deep, so why should we waste it?!, don't hate it, it's brittle, I blush and I hush to admire the fire and desire, I'm tired of trying- to be icy, it never enticed me!, I'm Pisces!, precisely, I'm pricey.. buy into this-you'd probably be lost at sea... but whatever you speak, I SEE.

A conversation studying the heart within the man till we understand how it plays hand in our truth, knowingly salute a troop that always had our back for us and practices his discipline to hold his head and signal youth, simply a collective can invest in this experiment to prove we can grow, can we fail?, I don't know!, if a heart attacks' your way to prove your heart must still exist, it's a news flash for you, your liveliness was missed, how comfortable was you to say till death do us part, if your energy was running out of breath from the start, a question more or less that brings us all to a pause, especially if difficult to find what's the cause, now who's ready for war?, who wants to go and tear up some ****, relations on hold, cause what I hold can expose the ones that pose as a counterfeit, inherit the consequence, and what a coincidence, there's many with incident, attentive to the incentive, I'm killing it all.. one's that don't make it, it's just your fate that you fall, look at these investigations see how they question, but always figure out how we still don't know the lesson, I put it on me at least, to make sure you're put in peace, but what's in it for me?, likely prison with NO RELEASE!

A morning in the life of a king, self-proclaimed fame I pursued, fresh food for a refreshed mood, an early riser with these sunny side up eggs, a compliment to chickens who would give chicks value fore they even know it, never blow it or throw them in the trash, one's trash is another man's treasure, a measure of a poor man's appreciation, never preach till you reach what you seek, a false prophet's profits in the so-called rapture he speaks, in his speech was disaster, at least one can master their intentions, conductor of the engine, engineers fear in his motor skills, walking with his head down, sounds how a deer in the headlights talks, but I'm a sly snake that convinces him he really had his head in the right place, notice how he cracks a smile, in a style so sure and as pure as a child's first impression; though he battles apprehension, his attention span spans more than the average man's, a sign of respect, but the elect can ***** fear, challenging his own peers to adhere to his bigger picture, if it's clear to their own triggers, he figures out how to collect figures, but my mission was to mold him in his image, told him if he holds down from scrimmage, he can total up his own game plan, but it's odd how he became..the same man as me, I had to free myself from my freedom speech, impeach myself, he increased his reach, and peaked in wealth.

Game time, at the same time as the baseline drops, as the punchline..comes in..., there's much in.. the bag, as I call all in, falling down the rabbit hole opened up Pandora's box, some ******* when you manage to free yourself and play to win, save sin for subjectivity, an activity at hand, the playing field was my shield so I'm playing it safe, got the home field advantage, not taking no damage, I ran em off, on with the main event, the pain I spent to claim a sense of joy?, boy!, had me fooled for a minute didn't it?, had me thinking bout exploring some uncharted territory.. but take home with me, and plant my flag when all is said and done, I won away from home, in the Superdome where it's hard to collect the correct, I connect and commence the play called.. and execute the plot, with it's extra use, I juice the clock. TICK-TOCK.

Nothing more than just the slavery on my back, I try to shake this monkey off and train it just to act, like privileged citizens with monkey see and monkey do, society inspired me to higher my IQ, but with EQ, I'm playing "I see you", don't take things personal though, although it hurts to know, trust me.. replay the hearsay!, I heard it was a clear day, concerned about the rainfall, I'm sunny as can be, picture me bout to break through, robbing you of your brain fog, gifted the brightest gratitude.. the highest I can go?.. judging by the latitude, I was happy go lucky with attitude so for your info.. my horizon can encompass the sky, to the highest degrees, what's a limit without a doubt?; I'm talking bout what you rarely thought about... contemplating numerous rumors with new sense, no need for two cents, abundant with the change to cash in, and lasting with the cash in advance, it's a chance to enhance the aftermath and alternate the blue moons to a green earth, recycle this cycle but innovate it, so it can keep worth.

Cocky enough to say, you addressed it, your humble pies' all been digested, a taste of your medicine, a bitter pill to swallow, but never considered what tends to follow.. had a really sore day, it's appetizing ain't it?, tainted by your greed just to have it your way, and it's the poorest memory to numb it, love the richest sensation of emptiness that's coming from the stomach, you seen death, seems right for the moment, fall over knowing that it's all over, the overhaul from the overall weight of a cover up, feeling that the others touch luck, **** ****, don't give a ****, your mentality that ***** you in the ***, giving birth to a curse curve, curse words say "**** straight paths!", left your *** dead, get your head out your *** ***-head, you feed on your *******, never lead ****, greed at the pulpit, who's it telling lies till you lose it, moonlit at the graveyard shift real wounded, the capacity, to contain such audacity, that's BLASPHEMY, and trash indeed, hash of ****, that's blown away, and passed to thieves, the last's for me.