Bout to admit it.. confessional chess game...
I got rookie intentions.. you pawn blame.. on my late knights...
And queen head games
Your the king of the head games
Get some things set str8
cant get my ambition...
To embody a vision
Like bishop. Finish the check mate
And you crawl in a finished
Progression.
Taxi cab camera.
Invested in truth.. that suits bone chilling ruthlessly savage
Of tactics switch like fabrics.
From my lingerie always wet and
Smelly like cat nip...
Its like a clock is ticking to a time warp.
With a puma habit for consuming the track ****...
But you said I'm little in stature..
Wait man you going to get that str8
Little man with a bad name...
Give your snare some practice
*** i hit rhythms like a little boy
You had to hit with a diss train
**** on your little boy *** your
B rabbit and im the lizard
With a ****. And a **** stain...
I forgive. I didn't know either.
Lets get both our **** straight...
*** you got kick snares
I got big dares.
Truth I started the kick plate...
*** i was hiding my existence..
Like back door politicians
In a tight race...
While cleaning up the mind games..
And acknowledging. The
Dying days of supremacy
Of the white race.
We got a life change.
With optic vision. A decision
Color blind shades...
Like its only economics that raise the ******* crime rate....
Struggle comes from slavery...
But I still hide my mind frame...
From his try me suicide
Ride with with whole grain
As I ride the ****** night train..
Do or die babe....

Never knowing I say *******...
First than you.
Buy it with interest. At A prime rate..
And I find out my plot.
Was inner silence.
Screaming for your mind face...
In an obsession
With your shine like diamonds
In a light scape..
Mi waste is supply vibes.
That guys crave
But good luck getting between
My legs...
My past is slutty. But I promised buddy...
I would try it no matter how my inhibitions not my way
I guess I'm ambivalent to fate...
*** you feel miles and
Doubting heads pace
*** i don't think youll decide. Me do or die babe...
**** myself in heaven... impala doors
Ooh suicide rate..
Open up the new place... i furnished
With my true taste...
nothing on my mind...
But point of view.. my children... God and you babe...
So say no matter what we'll love each other even from the sidelines...
If god changes my true shape...
And life bends thought...
Mood and attitude... to separate
Our sides... oh well.. im ok with cruel fate...... just to let you know im true safe... and won't do something stupid
*** i ruined my due date...
**** it. Lets. Lose it... shoestring..
Like turning a new page...
I'll body you someday.
If you dont want me back...
**** my ****..
Removing ms. From my weapon of doomsday...
*** you know im a dude hey....
With luce wires.. wreckless past
And maybe two screws straight...
If i can't have you ill go rambo
And massacre. Your roommate
And  plan a due date
With wrapping you in a blue bag