I don't give a **** about shining, staying fresh to death nor reclining
I Just stay rhyming, grinding,finding my inner beast within rooms of my brains asylum
Silence often brings peace, hope this piece can cover my eyelids, then take me to a place where my patience won't turn to violence.
Goodness gracious, these ******* Pirates,Two-Time Bosses stay sliding these hours straight from my time slip.
I hope their ******* time slips, I hope their hours turn to days and when their day's end! their hair will turn gray, I say **** minimum wage, I'll spray lyrical waves upon a crowd before I bath in another hourly trade.
These hours just seem to shave, Potential and pure persistent, a minute is but a grain I'm a slave to its pure existence.
It's funny how we perceive time as these simple digits, that's, past, present, and future now watch as my presents given.
