After the collapse, it seems they're back, perhaps, I predicted things way too soon, don't wish to annoy ya, but paranoia has stricken as I lay down in my room, minor episodes and dreams, it seems, trouble intervened, Olympus has resurrected, more powerful than ever, clever, no one did it better, it's a new way it's directed, accept it, it was no way to... **** them completely, some freed be enslaved again, I thought it was over to myself, but see I'm stuck losing my health, my stealth has just came to an end, so now I'm slipping, falling longer, though my will is getting stronger, have no hopes that this here will stay, put the final cries in CHRIST, advice will make things right, we might just see this brief if we pray.

Reversed my curse words from absurd to under urge, my days you knew, my sky was grey from fading the shades of blue, truth is not the style in child that sued his files, folding, he thinks he's golden but scolding pursuing miles of clues, he could be cruel but never fool his trials, so while, he builds his piles he dials a sum of tiles, no smiles, cause they're cemented on top of anger and strangers will never care though the danger may strangle them in a chamber, and I'm the painter that chose to favor my ways as true, so never question why I teach lessons with shades of blue.

My homie Pac spoke the "secrets of war", you never cease in the streets till it's peace after gore, either verbal or it's physical, long as it's visible, you gain and claim your visual, individuals with rituals, mystical, dribble a force?, watch its course in the other sports!, at the beginning of the end of the day, it seems my eyes are beaming dreams when I'm meaning to pray, and I say I just wanna lay, grazing in sunshine, "baby we made it here!", playing through one line, enjoying the fun times, raising our children, I finished filming, so more time I spend with your feelings, stare at the ceiling, it seems it's peeling my vibe, holding my hand, I understand we're a tribe, get up to handle business, precision is needles, kiss you goodnight, and it sews up the evil, feeling feeble knowing that the poem I told em, never will mold em, only will bold them, still I must fold them, sold em complete, mission may be *******, but still it's unique.

Series of curious theories proven as counterintuitive, proposals were noble, mobile, but local assuming it's luminous, you in this twist is "this!", slap bliss on your wrist then assist with this list, but missed the wished diss dispensed by senses, I wipe my lenses but hype had meant "****!", was our wit hit by grit of crit zipped and ripped?, dipped, sipped but gripped on my lip and called me "dip ****!", this was script-less, brisk with this risk would frisk my crisp wisp, I'm tripped and then flipped, ****** with this lisp!, can't kiss my gist pit cause spit would hit it!

Overlooked till it's overcooked now it is overtook, now other books throw hooks that shook me to mother's crooks!, the depriving of my soul food whole!, my old school is cold, my mold turns out of control, let it be told, my flows when it goes to your nose, would just dose the bro's not the hoes that expose me and their clothes, composed rhythms for foes whose toes I can kiss, assist to the bliss of a ***** that can just **** onto my crisp glimpse of these pimps skimping for ****, a trick that is tricked can addict to this slick ****, but is this pic swift?, no it ain't!, I just say I can't taint this rank then spank all this fake frank, that does indeed stank, take a drank of the crank that can tank where I sank then thank spiritual banks from GOD that will lodge his gold rule, in my mind that will define my soul food.

I was inept in swept streams, my dry hex crept but slept with wet dreams, I had met teams that let themes avail, my strong thoughts quail, so yes, hell prevails!, the story I would sell was glory only compelled to nail, "the all's well that ends well", given fails, a living gail gusts disgust, it blows dust cause I composed rust that blinds eyes and would advise stalled guides "Your calls can't adjust!", "Decant your grant and recant your trust!", my slant stands scant through my instant trance, a distant glance that enhanced me past the chance, to grow with a stance to the "slow dance" groove, running, putting my hands in pants that would pose bad moves, plus sand in my shoes so my grand plan ain't smooth, it's *******, stewed as I brewed new feuds to this dude, rude with this skewed interlude, set screams, had viewed me **** as I spewed wet dreams!

Depriving these horizons, we must try to strive for honesty, rhetorical instincts may better drive apologies, cause while pursuing missions, losing vision was a factor, cause lying to a fighter, their delight had made us actors, it seemed the sky was blacker and the facts would make us fluid, solidity, their dignity was quick to make us sewage, prove it how you see them moving and the stupid we compelled, these cells made it hell and we failed with no bail, tried to say we're well, but our smiles couldn't take it, a broken heart that's weak in its beats tries to fake it, replacing what's mistaken as a species seemed to teach me, meet me where you seek to speak to freaks is how you reach me.