Check your thesaurus, enjoy the chorus by falsettos, go forward one letter and then you pedal towards the ghettos, blessed with the spiritual, lyrical range of concepts, quick with unkind reps, but my steps define self, though buckled with strange belts that felt as if they just came a loose, remember Juice, it seems a truce to things is never true, so I subdue but risk the chew from the world around me, baritones will sing the songs of what all surrounds me, I travel soundly to Illmatic cause the stories inspire me, entirely, brought into a view of society, that fires me, driven to rip holes in living soul, but I maintain hold cause the cold is bitter froze, fit for whatever's told cause the blows are pretty late, will I return face to the gates that keep me cased, if I dodge base, and the hate of deadly shrooms, that spells doom in the room that's getting groomed, facing an interlude that intrudes to not consume interest in flowers bloomed that resume to bless the noon, forever in the loom of the goons that get me wore, quick to cause sores from adoring the corner stores, It is bleak but you will eat when you just retreat, watch the streets cause it competes with it's fad critique.