I flip scripts once they pose a myth with closed lips, mounted the world was clowning the pounding of pressure fits, who trips, when they collect and connect with all the sections, that's why you see elections not guessing with it's complexion, my blessing cuts like a blade that fades a sour glaze, 24 hour days gave ways to Powerade, I stayed and got played till the trade came through, it ******* my impromptu, so ooh, now it hits you to clue, the ruffled creases to solve the puzzle pieces, shuffle to pop the bubble that muzzles a troubled visa, learn the lesson from stressing that always reached yah, feed off of what life has given, don't let it eat yah, one must leech off their own, don't let me teach yah, never seek to beseech, impeach the preachers.