The legend, different from felons, I knew him well, claiming life is hell, paying bail to the logic they tell, his ethics fail, cells can compel your timidness, cries were the vividness of his innocence, living this, he chose to give us this, vision with his deposition, stricken, I see the mission to listen so that I can glisten, ditching the ***** that's swelling, I'm dwelling not to be a legend, but I addict to telling my skeleton is frame of gelatin, must strengthen to full awaken, quake in sake of shaking stations complacent from their erasing of the ones that's placing gracing, now they are victims into a system we may rhythm, although we say we miss em, we kiss em all goodbye, forgetting.

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.

I'm quick to witness the thickness in these sprawls that crawls with paws, but mask it's laws cause in all it's lost it's cause, I'm only my boss, where I cross determines if I get tossed or sauced, and flossed or glossed, so what's the cost, cause most of us are in the realm, thinking we've overwhelmed ourselves so we picture hell, living frail only prevails a seldom welcome emblem, try to tell em that no one sells em and the world  condemns em, never send em a way to venom these stems that prove offensive, I remain defensive, extensive measures make my thoughts pensive, you only get attention whenever your thing is demanded, but your truly stranded, your plans are banished so you've vanished.

The time has come, my mind on the run with one thought, nobody wants to question, it's just all action, figured I was just retired when I quit athletics, but the paramedics checked me and I'm good to go, with my own strength, time to muscle hours of participation, gotta be perfect as can be, my legs shaking, I'm hit with distraction, it's my baby calling all in one minute, and just to think I thought I was alone, I got a fan, It's fantastic that I claim I'm self-sufficient cause this fan, proves that she's a witness and she loves me solo, but she threatens this could end.. It's no love in cold rooms, we need time to spend..this was pillow talk coming from imaginary friends in a well thought realistic setting, our wedding consits of happily ever afters with laughter and stunts, just ******* around, you know how kids are, but ain't no puppy dog affairs, it's real love, with the Primetime ******* chasing the cat, until put down by veterinarian, it's Mr. Therapist.. he killed the ****, now I'm astray, he never knows how to play, all day he does the same **** and never has a break..so I need to catch a break to break rules and break out, no breaking bread just to break me...it's just a broke lease, must make peace with the fact that I have no peace of mind, from my piece of the pie, oh why oh why must I look in my eye, to find that I am crying from dying slow, pitiful to pity me, I knew better, far ahead to have a head on shoulders, but a stiff necked soldier.. is caught from his blindside by one that is colder, the struggle remains to be sober, I'm thinking it over.. older, I grow old to see.. I'm me so I can be free.. from all my vice and advice.. that kept me sliced and took my life.

Lost ones and a lost soul doesn't know the mystery behind his history coming back wanting payback, play it in the Maybach, and lay back, and take that, face that, you'll never find your way back, your lost, I put the petal to the metal, knowing I'm a rebel to the level of understanding that I don't see myself, a vessel, that's a rhythm for your nation if you wish to lead an army in a harmony you love, mastering the art of proxy wars using oxymorons, and leading all my enemies to think I was the weakest link with strong connections, that's how you form a bond with robbing souls, I call it "making a killing", the perfect toll of hyperbole and so tonight will be the night you struck the nerve in me to ****** the ******* that never heard of me fully, you heard?!, never complicated, it'll be easy to die the fastest, plus it tends to be the nastiest ones, from the flashiest guns, no need for asking me I demonstrate it happily and leave some room for silence-later, the science behind the triumph, I cannot explain, it's the feeling that does the talking and pleases the brain.

The so called good guys, the officers, sworn to serve and protect, are one of the reasons why our streets turned from gardens to ****, there are some good ones, believe me, so salute them with pride, but with the bad ones, you take their **** and dump it outside, cause we done tried, to stop their acts, but they  continue to ****, steal, abuse, but it ain't all them cause boys, continue to refuse, so it happens, hearing pop, pop, pop, pop, gun blasts, now it's on the news, we should've indicted they crazy ***, it's a task, but the families are now suffering crying, laying flowers, and spitting their love for their son that's lying, in the ground, from four or five hot rounds, what will it take for the innocence to come all up around in our system, I like to speak different but I miss him, looking at them past time pictures where his moms loved to kissed him, but now they list him, in the list of the dead, I see the sky's changing, moon's changing becoming red, I bang my head, we're divided by the ones wearing blue, I'll never look at them the same, cause now our streets have just few, of the good guys.

Is it the man in me or the song she sings that makes me so proud?

Is it the mind of me? Her melody, that makes the sky have no clouds?

I guess it's her, she's beautiful, she's golden like a trophy.

Anyone who heard her voice would cheer, I'm glad she really knows me.

When the world is stuck and worn out and there's nothing left to do,
her voice will shed some light on us bringing joy to me and you.

I never hate but congratulate, her voice sounds never wrong.

I just sit back and lay here..every time she sings her song!

Get a taste of the system, and you know how it hits em, everything that was glistening goes away, and turns missing, suffer not when you listening, suffer hard when you *******, see no sense in you dissing, cause it's hell that you fixing, everything that I'm listing, is for real and not fiction, hear my words cause it's diction, hitting fast like a piston, ain't no *** that I'm kissing, no extortion I'm wishing, got no love for the system, cause it takes and then tricks em.

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!

Can't no age group come in comparison to this one, I mean no disrespect y'all but it's true so save all questions when I am done, the typical teenager, although smart when he wants to be- would disappoint you at most times, he will lie, cheat, and steal from his family, but that's all of us, it's in mankind, so why am I throwing it on one when I know that's how we're all designed?, but the typical teenager acts like he knows it all, won't listen to anyone else, he's the shot caller I'm telling y'all!, he's the one with a hardhead and also quick to get in trouble, will hide things from his people and won't attempt to be humble, it disappoints me the way my generation has turned, we got life Twisted in our own minds, a lesson never to be learned, but Imma sit back and watch how this person behaves, the typical teenager got plans now, I pray to Jesus he's saved, don't do the wrong thing youngster, you got so much to learn, the world owes you nothing, got to understand a good life must be earned, so make the right decisions youngster while I have your back, we're the same age so experience is the thing we both lack, let's not go back, we're facing life now for the world to see- that we can make it on our own, let's show em how well we can be, our minds are free, but let's be careful and remain safe from danger, let's take one step at a time and let's not turn into the typical teenager.

With all my morals and my dreams, I was redeemed demeaning madness, occupation living lavish, slashing slavish schemes of sadness, taste the badness of my cabbage, adding practice made me great, world is mine, the girls are fine, life feels sublime when you're not late, can I say I earned my pay though everyday can have it's way, I say yes cause the best never rest when we prey, though we suffer like the others, we don't buffer from the clutter, cause our mothers never raised us to be crazed and phase our brothers.

My mental state stability and ability gives me the chance to grow, count my blessings in this ghetto reality show, ain't like before where my savings had small amounts, call my card and just had change in both my accounts, I got the bounce from the wise man right on the streets, "If you want peace, settle and never unleash, and when you teach watch you reach across different backgrounds, never think something is lost just cause it's not found, it's all around up and down and it's evident, the more the world gets faster, it's gets more prevalent, so keep yo head in it, diligence murders pestilence, hope you getting it hearing it but I can tell your x-ing it, so keep your negligence you fouling child in mind, I got no time for the ones that live life blind".

Hectic Injections affecting sections, had killed the past affection I had for them past elections, I'm now expecting secrets that sever our suffering system, if you see the good in these demons why don't you list em?, you're just another victim pressured by power and now the pain plays pure, victims keep falling to flocking felons, can't catch em there is no cure, for how long must we fight this?, this Early Life Crisis won't be secure?!, prepared for battle we go to war, fore we mature, stressing while fetching bases, catching cases was our demise, and now we blow into a million seeds before your eyes, it was no mercy towards the good and young nobody cries, just viewed as menaces to society, the future dies!

We judge the prejudice people as treacherous that move impetuous, this exodus tracking is trapping texts when less complexed our must, to search for trust, I feel as such we pack the lies, and capitalize our urge to try and fly while loved ones die, so we all fry, and prize disguise as wise will climb and realize, the real sky, is bills shy, from being where the ills hide, so implied, we trace our taste and waste our space on what's cased, and we face, a certain struggle that brings trouble constantly, and we're consciously, responsibly, demons in the wrong to sheep, that gone to sleep, our bond to peace, broken as we choke the streets, what spoke to me provoked the free to note their oaths was ghosts to peace.

Just because I offered you service, I can be sure that I'm worthless from cursing verses that I plant in the dirt, reverse my earning, hate the heavy rotation, inflation caters my prices, oh yes my favor is trifling, though rights get tight like its dices, enticed my brightness to follow, you won't see light till tomorrow, slicing your mind like it's hollow, respect my grind if you follow or borrow, sorrows impetuous, prejudice to positions, envision romance advancing but then commanding your feelings, it might be thrilling and chilling, repeal your dealings when needed, if you proceeded, can't say it cheated your lead when defeated, but keep depletion deleted unless diseases provokes it, I'm not the one who would hope it, but yet the one who has spoke it.

Seems like it's definite, take a breath in this epidemic, epistemic, I saw them prepping the rep of "second hits", my strength can't be stationed, these acts of sanctions ain't for wise confiscation, it's conversation for constipation, of the words that can infer what they pursue, when they failed, they saw my success and uttered "Jew", rich in history, mystery follows misery, their delivery shivered, so they would steal from me.

Instantly hitting me, spitting sick scenes of wit knit dreams, essence with honest presence, seconds of menacing the dense pretense theme, focusing, noticing quotas, though I'm woken, I'm at ease, to please means to freeze this breeze blowing trees to deepened seas, you'd think I'd sink to steepen this disease?, creative, though these invasive basics takes what's innovative, memes, but some already seen em though, drain a man's game now he strains his alter ego, me though, sees so much zero hero, some negroes and other people, keep those, elements, only peep them telling it efficiently, wonder if this **** will hit me instantly,
DISTANCE ME.
fore another exhibition ******* me, STITCHING ME.

Score to pass this forecast that's more fast, plants start to pant, the light's scant for chloroplasts, force they *** to take course, remorse last, energy was source for corpses after they're born in this, like metamorphosis forfeiting, forcing four dwarfs into orphans, what's morphing this from going forth to distortion is extortion from taking vital portions, enforce a smile that is not beguiled, bleak miles in freestyles, speak now?!, off the top of my head that bred the lead that can burst heads, blood on our hands as the curse spreads, the first dead- worked meds that weren't sure- of their state, too late to cure, I deter to defer the blur, inferred its raid thicker, through my slur-I would fade the picture, laid down quicker but my craze just delays the glaze that stays, paraphrase cares depraved, ways waves- to this slave's conscience that's waived, code of conduct is fond of my wrongs abducting a buck for a day, but do I stay in the comfort of my own self?, no!, I steal to appeal to my gloam felt, and asking "What is wealth?".

You think you have a fair exchange when you don't complain, it was strange kicking dirt off my name on tombstones, I blame me!, said it was solved with false faces, I knew that's not the case and they knew it, so move it!.. cause I got the power to prove it.......cause I'm really not defeated nor depleted just deceived, it's worth in me believing I achieved it, they know not what they do but they know what I would do so it's one "*******" and a "******* too", "come chill and have some brew with the rest of the crew and hold the door for us doormat", I'm dormant and adore it, and yeah, that was the story that you tell really well, so what's the joy that you seek?, another brotha's hell?, well we all in hell cause we retaliate but I don't spoil myself the blessing cause I'm hungry for your fate, I see it as a gift that can shift my mood, cause I'll never be that figure with attitude, ya *****!

Getting up is hard work, try to work me hard it's an easy way for me to catch a case..easy money is hard, when you're ******* trying to take it easy because you call it hard, a what you call it?, workaholic didn't want to do my ***** work..he comes to work clean..working for a boss in a ***** business that's cutthroat, corrupt cause it cuts family ties, what a surprise, I work to keep the family close, plus I keep my friends close, but my enemies closer, but I couldn't stand what he stands for, he's an enemy to families, he'll never take my kids, he ever touch my kids, I would touch him too.. and I guarantee he'll never touch my kids again..I would die for my people anytime, but anytime **** hits the fan, it's every man for himself, it's my responsibility to lead us out the dark, it's never been my duty just to keep us out the dark, you're scared of the dark?!, I'm scared too, I was scared being dark cause I'm scared of the light, I only like light skins, tough luck for me, cause every ******* look just like me!...I might be wrong but I know that I'm right thinking I'm wrong but I don't give a ****!, I feel I'm right.

I think about it all the time, a life that's never mine, I'm blind!, I'm losing my mind!, point the finger and at least I can die with false peace, and the ones that think they got me in their grip have survivor's guilt.. I was built to raise the *******, it's more effective than the fist you raise for power, and more respected, life is ******* up my vibe when no one's ******* with me, so **** the world for that ******* ****, tell it to em!, Imma take it personal; on my person it's a hurtful thought and Imma be the first to tell it-Imma just develop the honesty- to pull it off, Imma push if you try to pull me down *******, no use for you to silence the momentum I gain cause in the moment you do, that's the moment of truth, and Imma snitch it right now, you did it!, it took a real ***** to admit it, I hate to be that *****, cause now another ***** gotta die, and why ask why, just assume the position and just assume to die!

Technical information through my basis starts its download, intrigues the mind of one who granted to be handed transcripts, **** his mouth closed, I guess he seen just what I mean when I say I'm a vortex, I rot his cortex with my forceps, scorch and warp his poor prep, turn them to corpses from my forces, scoreless cats cannot break me, the nervous system I control through texts, break necks, you can't take me, out of this vaguely known system, wish him back, he can't act, I've grown to big I can't risk that cause facts would track what I stack.

thinking,
thoughtful, vacant
racing, calming, buttress,
belief: negative, positive,
concept

Thought he was an OG, triple OG till he proved he's a hard knock ***** then supposedly- got married to an unfaithful devil that's unholy, no reasonable doubt cause, all of us know we're nosey, see with all 5 of my senses and advance slowly, don't never know when you'll- be cheated by a phony, you circle round these motherfuckas that's what they told me, live by the rules play the game so they can't close me, take down any ******* that try to oppose me, then go back to my studio chill, nice and cozy, got all of the friends that I need, **** extra homies, got plans for the future, I don't settle for rollies, I thought he was an OG, steady making plans, but the fame had got to his head, now he's just a shell of a man, Magna Carta came after that and it went the way I planned, now I judge off the inner self instead of the outer man.

It's foolish what the cruelest duel does to a fool, its a dual rule, fuel for some buzz; got so many throwaways it's hard to count how many takeaways there was, really I don't care cause in a sum they're odd anyway, just to call it even I was leaving them behind to collect the dust I don't want to carry, never will it dare me, to take a step back cause I just go forward, staring at the ground where I might slip again, my sights giving in, so I form ground rules, it's my dream now just to be a groundskeeper, grounded cause it sounds well but they caught me sleeping on the job so the enmity from groundswell killed me in my sleep rather softly I say, that's the hard knock, power of it clocking in faster than a bullet, full of it, I'm full off it, useless is that small profit, though quickly gained, I just lost it much faster than I got it, a usual systematic impediment, where you never knew the deficit your head was in....SHALL WE BEGIN?

I swear this life we live, how I see it, could be considered as timeless, rainbows in the sky tell us GOD has kept his promise, if I went rhymeless, for a while, and came back in a new age, would my input be this violent, and would I come back with the same rage, reading, learning every page, tells me things just change with time, things get old, things are new, at least that's how it's in my mind, how long will it be fore I find, that things just takes it's course, sometimes we're feeling careless, other times we have remorse, for this life is like a force, and it's events could be ironic, but one thing we must recognize, life seems like it's timeless.

Misfortune brings an ordered pair close to despair, and if it bears things it can't compare, then it must fair, the glare that swears to cause a biting in the dynasty, igniting the plights of lightning, so it's only striking the, sinus of minus that cycles one into a paradox, seemingly contradicting one's visits towards his care for clocks, what a trap that closes most into this hopelessness state, that every dates not it's own tape, playing it's fate, he sought escape through a stopped tape, causing to drop face, a flaw that draws a lot bait, pausing our top shape.

Case and point, I summarized my b.s., but p.s., I've just begun to see it regress!..I saw my BDNF increase with BF's and mind-body connectivity- thrive in these festivities, out more in the outdoors, it's never enough, I wanna pop out, but never want to lookout, in my own circle with newbies that think they knew me, it's getting old, but yes, I say so truly, you meet you some characters, coming to play they role with their caricature view of you, and ooh, huh, it's so cute, but too cute, I have an acute sense I can't refuse, it's never going away until I go away first move, being second guessed, do I really have a choice?.. maybe I'm lost cause I lost my own voice.. instead it found a new home, but it was stuck out of luck till two to the dome..it fell apart but it never failed, to make an impression on one's that think they fell off...their interest rose, so the business grows, sticking out like a sore thumb, many come to point to it as being a major influence, may be a hater but tune in, I wanna know this story cause it's growing on me, I'm feeling sorry but I listen so calmly, but strongly, this won't be I, nah, I only know cause I don't deny.

My family tree is losing it's branches.. but chances of me to leave em alone?, I cut off what doesn't belong simply, as long as we get along, you represent what still bears fruit which I judge by, you'll last, for many seasons due to reasons that your labor stays true to our tradition, we're fruitful, the bad apples exposed trying to be what they aren't, their pride blocks our nature, which is truly an art, I try to get the other trees to plant our seeds of wisdom cause I notice that their offspring seemed to lack a vision, as far as this goes, I can't handle the nightmare, they stare at them blind to legacy which can bite back, and might smack mine out of peacetime, mad cause I feel our proximity was closer than it appeared, mainly, the single mother home which I resent but never had solutions to present to my discomfort, I wanna confront, but I notice her son, carries weight upon his shoulders that was too much for one, I fear his future deeply, technically mad at the mother who was creepy to me cause I feel she sleeps on it, the man of the house, but it's sad how the disciplined child can make the worst parent, and it's apparent, in most, not all, so I can only hope, and pray, someday, it is the other way, for me, but who am I, to judge?.. your next door neighbor that holds a grudge, if I tried the 50/50 I would never knew what hit me, so I knew the 80/20 rule was what had bit me, do the math, then we all failed as a whole, cause over half lost control, that's deep, I should've paid attention cause I knew that it was on to something, now I understand why I couldn't handle nothing.

When a tear drops, eyes close, cries define souls, blind when I press recline cause my mind rewinds blows, loving the smell the of pine in a fine time of fashion, in Calabasas, I can lax the fastest, facts I must grasp with glasses, joy in the back of cabs, crab and lobster don't mean I prosper, cracks on the track, I seen imposters trying to scheme the sponsors, are they redeemed demeaning demons seen in a team of goners, check if their numbers crumbling if they're fumbling then shun their roster.

All lined up for pedicure, this pedestal lifts and makes me pure just as good as your amateur mind that went mature, still don't know for sure- if I am safe, blurry trials and tribulations, facing nothing but these questions masks my concentration, waiting for my own fate to shape and tape my contemplations, faking is my mind going, flowing through these vacant stations, making all these thoughts, I'm pacing, waking in your conversations, taking nothing all in but all sin, roasting, baking, soon forsaken, am I just a loner prone to blazing, wasting righteous sayings, causing slayings, racing to the confrontations?!

Tricks under the sleeve may achieve you to grieve where you can't believe, leave to bereave on the life that I once received, naive indeed but the innocence, unannounced, value in conclusion disillusioned me to take a count, recount amounts that never owed me any, summarize my lies, despise the wise, though they're old it's many, so there's plenty meanings of the penny I can't even get to, instead of speaking heads or tails, I would preach and **** you, and then would spend you on a right that's unaffordable, in the heat of the moment, I would own it till the sword was pulled, rule the force to full threads, with that said, I'm at odds but I'm evenly, seasoned as a demon, not a dream but it's seemingly meaningful in light being can I still escape, from the state with the hate and the minimal taste, no one erased from the threat of subliminal waste, see the base of this case with no grace to the criminal face in ace, late, but I still can leave, tricks to the side, ride, bob and weave, and believe that just to achieve, I must be faithful, recount the check that had bounced, it's no longer hateful.

My brethren in this courtyard that's charged in this program that claims it can call you out your name, of course, most resist, we coexist, with different sentences from different judges, with different grudges and different cells, his is limited, mine is well thought out, in this world where we never knew better to do better, you read my letter from here!.. it's clear you're far in a different state but let it register to your consciousness, I used to be where you at!!, I wanted you to give closure that things would rapidly improve, instead I'm always on the move!, in circles!, to think outside the box is hopping hurtles, instead I need a get out of jail for free card rather than an "I wish you well", I'm ready to tell!, these retards can be hard, in regards to my peace I piece out this piece of the puzzle that never fit in my mind, it's time to see this stuff traumatized our mankind.. we may be blind but when you open your eyes in such a narrow space, it replaced your own mind with an attitude destined to fail, take advantage of the commissary given just to give a bitter taste of the mundane previous life you was living in an attempt to have this not look fully arbitrary.. and contrary to our own mental prisons, I saw this as a ****** way you could feel forgiven..they say hard work pays off, for your homeostasis your brain must never take days off, with overtime I was showing I was superhuman, with ambition to get flowing to get out the ruins.

Try to change the world; cause if you don't try to change the world, the world doesn't have to try to change you, it already has; by making you think you can't change the world.

Exhibitions with more additions efficiently ******* me, they drawing these borders, paying a quarter for shipping me, ordering misery scorches forces that rally, make the government your biggest enemy when in Cali, learn to count up the tallies cause they will proudly exterminate, they label you vermin, claim it's a sermon but burn with hate, I'm checking our earning rates, all they're serving is turn of fate, but never let your mission dissolve, EVOLVE YOUR STATE.

Baptized in private for the rapture of the public, but you ain't gotta like it cause the hood gon love it, see you can take the boy out the hood but you can't take the hood out the homie cause you know my spirit loves to see the white man bleed, to feed my kids for generations, what's a better temptation that I could think of?, well, staying hungry though it's not revealed, a hidden track in my lost and found life full of searching for myself, that's a cult classic!, if I died then it drastically sales within the underground I call hell, heard you call it unique, I brung a presence in a way in which I knew my purpose well beyond the grave of this mainstream *******, never giving answers to the question I had, "What's to die for?", if you lie just to keep you alive, selling out, feeling safe with the one's that got your soul on lockdown, shoot first, ask later!, why I had to be a killer to the whole **** industry that made me a killer?!, you can't tell me how to live though you tried, I'm sentenced as a menace cause of testament where fools tried to test me, let me live!, I got the passion to collaborate with you if you're only resurrected from this ****, we gave it up, living on Mars, feeling stars blow up!- fore they shine, and leave true scars on this *******, and that's the only light I see from being undercover, and that's the cover art *******!

Understand the side of game where you're to blame and claim your name, faces that seem recognizable are sizeable, what's your pride up to?, when your lies will ride with you?, despises prizes when other sizes collide with you?, you feel it's time to pull strategies so tragedies, can cause casualties, catastrophes of battles teased, through this gravity, duality is reality, and this side of game fames the audacity, make salaries not knowing that your aim was weak, hit the streets and had ceased when you came to me, asked you what your name was, couldn't even claim it, paint a loss to training cause of waning trust to patience.

Under identity chorus, vocals sings my verses, Notching a deeper tempo, soprano channels planned notes, Inner instrumentals a vent to my dying curses, Quickly expires desires higher than a man's hope, Unifying efforts that's trying to stop from dying, Exit my second depression trying to find a new me, Losing my conspires, these fires won't be defying, Yes the devil isn't my level, said UNIQUELY.

Refrain from the pain in your own shoes.. your experience is universal, regurgitate the taste it would bring, and recognize your perfect at rehersal, as you realize in real time, you feel skill-wise, though underneath what still lies can ****, target the artist regardless of how he paints the picture, he's illustrating he would never specialize in taking risks to differ, so mr lame duck laid a goose egg for the first time, at the worst time, but it's a birthright, he passed on what can pass away any day anyway, in many ways, so let it pass for today, I figured from a past time this would never resurrect, coming to the term where it hurts to admit, I fell down once as a fool in this ****, funny how legit in an unapologetic try I would turn the table on myself counterclockwise, the advantage was a lesson learned once again, and it could fool once, twice, or never end.

My history follows me wherever I go, to advance was to take note, to live was to die for, I shall forever live on in the minds of my peers.

Reception of my conception was testing the schemes with the questions, I never became it's possession if it led to stressing, of course oppression is a lesson learned if it's earned, if you flexed the term, Quest, was the next concern, adjourned to it's burns, kept risks that could've slept, every single step, heavy breaths, tingled reps, though a mingled text, brought you amateur perception, brighter words could've served you a pure reception.