With that, chip on your shoulder, it's hard to mold you, I see you soldier, we're deranged, engaged pain, the strain scolds you, blood is colder when we look over the boulder we strapped, so when we clap our own caps, we get trapped, was every act its own rap or gaps that happened either by mapping or slacking the use of facts, I'm slapped and almost snapped, harassed but always laughed, my path may stash the cash but blood baths makes that ash, whoop my ***, you last only to get slashed, passed every task, but add math of GOD'S wrath, you grew like grass, I'm clapping cause I'm your only witness, really I'm an actor, my tractor assassinates your business!, within this, it's hard to finish the fitness of a pro that wishes this, replenishing of his innocence, who knows of PHOTOSYNTHESIS??!!!

Quick glance in this one man's stand, right out his diary, "Since they're quick to hire, these liars would never fire me, fiery, entirely, tire me by your coldness, but if you think competitive, negative kills your  boldness.", he exhibits explicit, rhythmic misogynistic flows, as he spits it, I wish it was just a ***** to whom composed, this exposed piece of ignorance, hindering to his facts, coming back to reality, galaxy now relaxed, where he's at is rather saddening, but happening because it's challenging, if you thought Aladdin was grabbing, tab bout this babbling with scrabbling, pencils that's meant for the work of art, though many of us scripted for beauty, we're truly parched, embarked, but limits would hit me and make me timid, jump into my written vision fearing the collisions, referred to his diary just by my actions taken, he may have had the truest piece of fate, humans' sake I'm debating.

The raise of concerns, I don't play my turn, grinning is thinning, spinning my insides, pressure is thick, would you pick this or slim pride, notice my stem died, I'm growing in the opposite direction where I am second to wrecking in oppression, guessing what rose from blessings, I'd probably say I earned, enough just to prove I'm tough, stuck in ******* off my turn, to me listen not, just write my plot was a flop, to you, keep it hot, cause if you stop, you will rot.

Freedom to travel, would let me unravel my pen and Scrabble, urban met suburban and rural had built my castle, grass and cattle fed me the basics, the road was gravel, and public transportation was hub of the city's hassle, suburban surely serving excursions to learn to dabble, how fun it was to witness the gripping, slipping and saddles, thanking GOD for all of my wisdom, prisms, and paddles, surfing, seeing surging and all the ******'s, I TRAVEL!

Although we did connect, I would always have a wreck, cause a lack of true respect towards the different ***, I'd inspect deeper in her eyes, moments I would compromise, but I still would never rise, letters hide, critical gems of this literal stem, did I consider to blend with them forming little mends, and not pretend, reason through reconcile brought defile to the child inside that was used to mortifying his needs of refining, taking heed to trying, I would fine she was mine, cause of time spent to grip her mind, so we shine!, gaining interest understanding without the commanding brought my standing to me handing her, MY TIME.

I despise my "sorry", violence at all my parties, I've come to witness my "sorry" scars me and made me tardy, remaining thick and hardy, tough skin is thin from within, and all the rules that I bend- can't hide the ink from the pen, foretelling all of this sin, it's kin to being shoddy, and so I reap what I sow, and though revising copies, can mean a different plotting, It still can never stop me, be better off getting bodied by those who wish they shot me, and so the rules it's taught me, is that this life is blotchy, dotted with spots of false knowledge, that closets me as parted, just wish I never started, what I can never finish, watching my words diminish, while disses get replenished.

The evil mind in this time has no purity, living in sin begins a time for me to say obscurity, is the reason why security, shows no mercy for man, and when it can, it still buries me, so true protection tends to worry me, I start to hurriedly, take a breath fore death flurries me, I let these thoughts somehow continue, believe my venue, can be a place where faces lend you, a new soul and start to send you, they different menu, so you can pick and click what trends do, but, you're still stuck and it condemned you, do you intend to, turn around where frowns tend to, trick you again and say there's purity, though you know sure this sea, has no depths of set maturity.