Critical acclaim is the same as a child's game, never cross the line or force a rhyme, it scars their brain, rolling dice is the spice that can get you sliced, as you sacrifice the price, you can suffer twice, cause a fuss over trust when you're on the bus, brings a gust of unjustified dust that will make you lust, think of such from a simple touch that clutched the ground, and caused a pound in this town that was full of clowns, but the frowns killed the sound, still the jokes on you, gasping and breathing for a reason, nothing's coasting you through, homeboys get phone poised and they roasting you too, close to tasting suffocation and you choke turn blue, that's why it takes time to form fore you swarm up a crew, have lunch, brunch with the bunch don't punch in too soon, anyway you may pay never wait up a due, cause things change and acclaim never claims THE FEW.