Ah yes, history repeats itself don't it?, I pray that it will teach itself, won't it?, but when I see it's all in my hands, I had trouble comprehending what to plan, I can't fade away been faded long enough, but let me show you just why this system was tough, I trip, trip, trip till I tripped upon this, and I finally could grip since not here or now, I'm still up in this mix, now with people that I mixed with, though I still was ignorant with what this **** was mixed with, ready for the consequence, euphoria with paranoia, I guess I seen it all, yes I mean it all, standing tall feeling I could never come short, but you blow it and I'm forced to see the stars again, I wish I was the brightest one... but then, what if I blackout and lose control, the light must never leave me, come fill the void of my black hole, feeling disconnected from the universe, I unite with the emptiness that light could never touch, and such, them people be like "see me when you see it right, you freely in this prison feeling needy for what is needed, just free yourself!", but I did already!, I felt I wasn't ready!, my dreams could be heavier, proving they could carry more weight than highs could, but then would I put too much on my shoulders?!, more then I should?!...YEAH, I WOULD.

Raise a village as an anonymous image; unanimous synonymous gibberish, different ****, if it fancies my finish, I could live with it, the type of happiness that grows on trees from the tree of good and evil, the tree of life humble in approach, seldom encroached by the ones that live to die, my intuition feeling that they're one in the same, though my afterthoughts rarely caught attention, could never get my head around em, playing hide and seek with the prophecy, I could profit if I claim I found it, first being dumbfounded, then well-rounded, it astounded chosen ones till the end of my run.. I ran away feeling slowly increasingly gone for good, cause I misunderstood, how we all could come across with the words that we speak, cliche and tongue-in-cheek with my mouth unaware of how I got there, reiterate to clear my throat; my native tongue that was foreign dialect to my scholar fans, they'd ignore the advisory sticker, to get the picture as a wiser stan, be a man, I cheer you on... it was clear I was gone.

Addicted to heaven, your detox is hell!, sober in the underworld, dare me to tell?!, speak wise words young son, I'm all ears, all fears set aside, I'm here for the ride, the years which I tried, to delve in it deep, it's apparent through my transparent shield known as "tough skin", I suppose, rose with a pose which I know all to well, I'm stiff!, and if- I shiver, the words I deliver, you beg to differ, I'm dying for some ants in my pants!, at least I would dance like no one was watching, catch 22, I'm 21, what's the takeaway?, we ain't gotta complicate things!, learn to live a lot and think a little, pledge to indulge, never be superficial but make it official, our beauty is skin deep, so why should we waste it?!, don't hate it, it's brittle, I blush and I hush to admire the fire and desire, I'm tired of trying- to be icy, it never enticed me!, I'm Pisces!, precisely, I'm pricey.. buy into this-you'd probably be lost at sea... but whatever you speak, I SEE.

A conversation studying the heart within the man till we understand how it plays hand in our truth, knowingly salute a troop that always had our back for us and practices his discipline to hold his head and signal youth, simply a collective can invest in this experiment to prove we can grow, can we fail?, I don't know!, if a heart attacks' your way to prove your heart must still exist, it's a news flash for you, your liveliness was missed, how comfortable was you to say till death do us part, if your energy was running out of breath from the start, a question more or less that brings us all to a pause, especially if difficult to find what's the cause, now who's ready for war?, who wants to go and tear up some ****, relations on hold, cause what I hold can expose the ones that pose as a counterfeit, inherit the consequence, and what a coincidence, there's many with incident, attentive to the incentive, I'm killing it all.. one's that don't make it, it's just your fate that you fall, look at these investigations see how they question, but always figure out how we still don't know the lesson, I put it on me at least, to make sure you're put in peace, but what's in it for me?, likely prison with NO RELEASE!

A morning in the life of a king, self-proclaimed fame I pursued, fresh food for a refreshed mood, an early riser with these sunny side up eggs, a compliment to chickens who would give chicks value fore they even know it, never blow it or throw them in the trash, one's trash is another man's treasure, a measure of a poor man's appreciation, never preach till you reach what you seek, a false prophet's profits in the so-called rapture he speaks, in his speech was disaster, at least one can master their intentions, conductor of the engine, engineers fear in his motor skills, walking with his head down, sounds how a deer in the headlights talks, but I'm a sly snake that convinces him he really had his head in the right place, notice how he cracks a smile, in a style so sure and as pure as a child's first impression; though he battles apprehension, his attention span spans more than the average man's, a sign of respect, but the elect can ***** fear, challenging his own peers to adhere to his bigger picture, if it's clear to their own triggers, he figures out how to collect figures, but my mission was to mold him in his image, told him if he holds down from scrimmage, he can total up his own game plan, but it's odd how he became..the same man as me, I had to free myself from my freedom speech, impeach myself, he increased his reach, and peaked in wealth.

Was a ghost, closest to focus?, No he's hopeless, but my eyes require glasses, the fastest call my tactics practice, the phantoms strapping what's about to happen?, collapse assassins with all my passion and cap the fashion, but yet they stashing and steady scratching, I'm wide awake, hard to handle these channelled scandals like Watergate, to them it's hard to hate, and me it's hard to take, shape fate off heart rate and sharp stakes, soon depart states, through a smart scope, and reside in Caribbean, free from sharks that stroke.

Bold I was told as I fold to close the page, fronting like I'm something out of nothing set the stage, probe through this globe just to bode a different code, now sowed as I rode through the cold trail is froze, secrets through the diary I try to keep are shy, why, cause even on the corner, I was born unsatisfied, do you care to ride and taste the tide of my side, and gain a sucker's pride that has dried deep inside.