Time to start the loss for thought..
I started panic in a micro round...
Mic is loud. Reciting
Lines from grease. Like Sandra dee
Is hype and she might
Fight me now....

Corrosive talk of destruction
Wearing phone lines down
To higher ground...
Wired for.. impairment
But admiring a siren sound...

Depth of faith and openess
The moment when you open this
Verge of emotions on explosion
The projection of devotion
In a home for
Acceptance. Graduation caps
Lack of motionless and hoprlessness
*** future is a voice thats best heard
With beats as dope as this
Micro doses. Of the potent fix.
And a world I know he'll fix....
Here goes hoping ****...