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Saint Audrey Apr 2017
Honestly, I've never felt alone
My thoughts keep hitting a depressing tone
Light in life, keep it light
Fear the dark, keep it right
People make me lose my ****
I've long since had my finger on it
There's something to be said about solitude
Mental gymnist mindset feud

I've been fed too much too long
Now its all I can taste
Fall in line or fall apart
The choice; voicless restless ill never make
Structurally sound, yeah maybe so
The footing never lets me down
But walls I cannot abide
Living life or letting die

Can't have it both ways
Shameful
What a **** shame
So ungrateful
Sitting bankrupt, linen table
I won the world and still feel
Like someone somewhere owes me something
Take the second
Grasp it
Something you would have sooner wasted
Self reflect
Can you taste it?

It might not be up to you
But either way you get to choose
Its like three in the morning
Aiyo, you hear me, like your conscious admiring,
Ya deepest thoughts, finest gem the ******* talkin' about?,
Im speakin' wisdom, along with creation, blurred the stations,
Icy decks, like blast from a tech, in a snow storm effect,
Feel me like Farrakhan threats,
So go ahead and reject,
Me ill still be on ya set,
Late night like Carson, peep these bars son, spittin' mad arson,
Burn up the scene, lyrics gasoline, i just add to fire, beat kerosene,
Who can come off this clean?
,all ya see is red, when ya going for the green, and the yellows in between,
Peep that, feel the depths of soul because im black,
Darker than antimatter, splatter like pieces of a bomb shatter,
Or ya mind, i grow on ya cells fatter,
Couldn't hit this ball of rhymes,
If you was batter,
I sit like the mad hatter, in pre school never was a chatter,
But had rhymes galore,
Frustration made me madder,
Since one two, i stayed true, to the rules of the universal,
No breaks or commercial, tune in to the world show,
I detect like Tibbs, keep a plateful of ribs, for ya fake *** rappers who need bibs,
Too much food, might as well give it to the homeless,
Bless 'em with plate of glory, yes,
Manifest the realist,
Who the illest, clocks spinnin' like a gymnist, when ya hear this,
Guaranteed you'll rewind this, styles that make ya reminisce,
Remember the finest,

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