I could write just enough to break the language barrier,This message carrier is ready for your bullets, my kevlar is metaphorical and similes are excruciating to pull from the mind, just like the bullet coming for me...
You ever almost run out of ways to say what you wanna say, imagine trying to do something everyday, and by do something I mean find and walk righteous with people going The Way, while navigating in the infinite mind made manifest around us as this intricate and never ending play, that's waiting to be written every moment...
How should I dress it, what button can I mess with, whats your fancy, even though I feel like making you think you cant stand me, Ill play...