Searching for a healthy mind frame, your mentality was hooked on a fattened fantasy that is laughing at our family, I got news for ya, break your back about it; and see your paralyzed, to ever getting anything done, I find it funny how I never lost mine though, but just to let myself grow, I would call it false hope.. my hope in this reality that's never given back to me, I'm shocked, and rocked out my cradle, call me babyface; I knew that name would ring one day, judging how I always tend to think that way, exposed to this life, you better get- comfortable with it, admit it fore it get repetitive to be a critic, only a member shall attest, that it kills the vibe of the tribes that we vibe with, they about to make us go to war, I can't believe this but I feed in the feeling, it's stealing all my peace, so one wouldn't hurt, it worked so I'm free!, so don't blame me for the tore up blocks and wore down shops, you better watch your mouth, it demands respect, and we as a community, we teach the youth to keep a piece before there's unity, as you can see, the class is in session, so don't you interrupt what we've been stressing, keep ya head up, always keep your gat tight, learn to sense the scent of fools who don't act right.

I stuck my toes in the water, it's something in that ******* causing me to bother, it's natural rhythm, I occupy that *** and master what has risen, my fear, floating on the logic that I'm here, imagine, this was applied to the childish, wild ****, these crash dummy's got no scratches when they use my wish.. got a problem with them kids ***** burst bubbles, let em know their life is fragile, it's a curse and a struggle, the tough love loves em like they never been, the father figure most had never had or don't remember when, the presence of it could just motivate, and correlate with the more you take, I had a theory that that figure was me, I didn't figure it out, till I grasped all this figurative speech, that's going around and bringing me down, it called me a *****, well I ain't that, let's stick to the facts, and build off of that, so I will protect and provide the genocide of ***** like tendencies, and they'll remember me, "don't **** with a man like that, he's made!", and people like that, are paid, the reparations from back in the day.

For me it's better none than one, but fore the game was ever done, I must witness the fun, the inexcusable, unapologetic fetish, call it what you want, I'm a so called, vet that's reusable!, I find the feat as if no man just compete but see I'll feel I am complete when there is just a man to beat, never on fleek but off beat, so on with the off this, I see what the wave is, so learn how to crave it, from riding its ****, being something I clicked with, you cannot tell me I came in the backside, possessed, I'm stressed, at best, I'm weak, so I will, react when, you act and, you speak, I see an endless no-no, I'm lost with this bro, if he knew just what I knew he would let me let him know.. every so-so he was solo from his caramel queen, call em busy bodies, serving as an antibodi to the world, ridding some of all their antigens, their genetics, I consider them as purebred twin flames, hope they multiply their legacy cause the offspring of me may be one with a creep, they were one with themselves so they're one with the world, if I'm one step to taking the steps to be too, I'll cleanse all my foul roots that bore me bad fruit.

Though my morals still were mostly number one, as cordial as I come, I'm mortal where I'm from, so they die off when I get high off me, myself and I, then off said head to be prepared for dreadful humble pie, gluttony was the last option so chances for truth to serve me, I'm unlucky with that in fact...you tell me what it all looks like when it don't look right, like hell?, well your right... bite the hand that feeds myself, fuel just to lead myself as being a beggar and nothing better, the wayside, where I'm bound to be the roadkill, no sugarcoating, it's concrete and most ill, what got me there?, to be fair, I couldn't see what just was simply in front of me, what's your excuse?..the activist just reacts and acts a ***** plus they u-turn so who earns the right of way?, no need for a dead pool, the dead end has arrived, it's a live scene right in front of us.. get your popcorn ready, join the fun.. you can run but you can't hide... the thing that's funny to me.. it was yesterday this all was feeling fantasized.

The truth really hurts when your just brutally honest about the fake smiles and names I'll just keep to myself, in fact I'm crucially you know, uno!-about my business, I'm my witness, so endless about my efforts to be in this, I'm currently hurting just from my urgency, given I, knew it was easier just to live a lie, try, to be your separate support, but know your vessel tries to play games of dress up for sport...no subtle shots, I figured that my struggle stops as soon as I join em, I'm in my weakest state, forgive me!, maybe the ammo within my legacy can still outlive me, In the wake of it, I hope it pulls the trigger and stopped sleeping on my efforts just to reload and try again, it can be tragic when the hero is anti but tries to win, a tale with a contradiction, you read it but never sought to edit it, it's entertaining to you, just watch it unfold and let the context give life to how it pertains to you, and get acquainted with this comic con, we could go every night, tell me how it makes you feel, keep it real but dress your type, I like, when there is no evidence of some kryptonite, making us, somewhat apocalyptic and picking fights.

Ego death, known as Identity theft, counting zero stacks!, where my hero at?!, left where my credit is just an uncredited sidenote.. but I wrote that!, nobody ever chose to stick around and **** with me like that!, my body count is one body, it's all me!, riding on my own ****, ****** in this complicated relation that's grown, reverting to reverse to insert in my own comfort zone, everybody's dying tonight!, recognize where I came from, very few could live to tell, smells of my old self all coming back, never came to my senses, till I thought I found peace, watched demons release, but my vessel was a stronghold, never deceased, but at least, the cover up would put em to sleep; seeped through the cracks and I did it like that, who could face up!, plus I'm going bankrupt!.. in a blank stick up.. who's guilty of my trip up?!

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.