Recuperating till exuberant, this two in two is new and numerous, what is humorous is that I never knew what humor is, till I blew the few and luminous lamps in voluminous camps, can I ever get amped if I'm cramped, this stamp on my vamp is a walk in the fuzz, never do I halt till my faults start the buzz, cause these confusing thoughts learn to fuse me lost, uses me a lot, so as soon as I'm distraught, I look at me as you and then assume that we are caught, will duplicates make due for this to prove I grew and sought, and spot me as hot then swap me from knots, I seen my dreams had locked what I got was a flop, popped so I stopped, props dropped so I hissed, even though I'm ******, from the jump, I wasn't ****, hit by the spit of the twists in two, you never get a grip when a scripts' your cue.

Feelings are overrated these days
and logic is underrated

I'm so far gone,..
I'm just gon say this...
as one of the elect
knowing my power, and who I am-
**** the election..

it's ones that know my power
and are jealous and want it

do they know what I can do to them?!,
you know what?..
Imma just keep my cool,
hope for free college-
flirt with that college sister with that scholarship
trying to stay focused

to me she's hopeless running around
looking for that "did it on his own" college educated 4.0 gpa straight edge lifestyle class act type *****

she has no class,
been late to class,
really reminding me of that College Dropout classic ****,

when it "All Falls Down",
don't come back to me looking for a come up,
check your country grammar and remain that teacher's pet,

I got that 2020 vision,
with ways to get paid in 2020,
see it play out- these ******* come running when they see you!,

****** told me that they thots
that should be thoughts
remaining at the back of my head and off my **** cause where were they when I had no *** to **** in and really needed the time to think?,

these hoes are just bots
that "this just in" claim they care about what I think, *****, I'm living carefree!

Such a return to form I feel fluidity fastening freedom faster fore I fully fasten my seat belt, flat compositions fattened the first though last effort filtered for finishing my fabulous flamboyant firework. Fanboys filling fanmail with fatuous filler, factually it's fractious, firmly, I will return the favor feeling legendary, abanoning facetious features, feasting on the fever to bring back balance, all that's factitious will fantastically flee, fishing for fiction can't fit with the flow, it's empty calories like fishy feces used as fertilizer; I can't fathom to fixate on a flower that can't grow to fulfill the fantasy into a factual reality, which it now is just a futile factor of a false hope ******* up the future to be fatally flawed & fake.

Receiving substantial compensation from no other than my competition who knew I was still hungry like a mad man fighting for the little he has left. His pride never left him and he's hungry to feed it back to health so he can be easily distinctive from these sorry motherfuckas expecting handouts but had no will to fight for that ****. I'm the first one there and the last to leave, not tooting my horn cause all I need is my headlights to expose that weakness in your physique. My technique is simple, just a knock out artist punching in and punching out when I'm satisfied with my results after giving it all I got. Another challenge lies ahead; time to lay down another law cause the law of yesterday is not enough to dictate the moves I have to make today. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, bob & weave *******, this survival **** evolves to be one step ahead, gotta step up to the plate- fight your way to heaven, that is all that's left to say.

Little to no resistance baby. Up close you see my struggle when you read between the lines. But I'm sticking to my guns so this kind of repetition reveals to you how comfortable I am with talking about survival. The ghetto poet strikes again. His comeback season in which he came back home. Some things familiar, a lot has changed, but it's still the same place he calls home, he always held on to it, never gave it up, no throwing dirt on the border that seperates my hood from your hood. Whether rags or riches, I was still the MVP on these grounds. I'm amazed myself. It was hard to maintain this image in my mind of the place I loved and kept from getting distorted. If it's one thing I hate, everything outside of this is blurry, It's like rush hour in dense fog, traffic jams and all the hassle. But it's only you you see trying hard the most, grinding, weaving, toss and turning, seeing ghosts occasionally. Everyone around can't see past their thoughts either. Who could I relate to out here, what am I missing? A fog light to show you I came prepared for this life?! **** this life if I can't even see the light at the end of the tunnel. This claustrophobic reality is the reason I feel alone. **** the accolades. No real room for me to express myself or if not, at least just feel open to all this clouded perspective you start to get when the sun allows the day to throw shade on your home. Kids see ghosts too don't they? Guess I gotta be a ghostbuster.

I'm just a breath away from realizing this **** manifests in anyway, shape or form. I finally make sense out of it as soon as my self image becomes distorted. It's a brand new me with a new outlook on life, another chapter in which every scene becomes freestyle. I freed my mind, now I'm well rested enough to disregard most of the preconceived notions my mind throws at me. I'm ready for war, a fearless soldier now is born. My battle cry is ruthless with no remorse, once I thought outside the box, ****, anything is possible. I'm indestructible to all the ******* that lies at my door. Initiated into what I thought before was a fantasy, listen as I proceed to break it down...

Rich as the soil, my people rich as the soil, I want no dirt on my name, compared it to ***** in a bucket; so I don't want to stay in my community, I thrive with the people with hearts cold as concrete, no cookouts, at least there's no shootouts. My people lost in the sauce, I'm seasoned to drain these ***** ****** that taint my kids growth, no room for weeds to induce it. I'm rich as the soil, my people rich as the soil, until they know it, they're nutrient poor as the sand, you won't catch my kids at sand boxes; we'll be in gardens growing sweet potatoes and cabbages and poison it to savages.

On the surface it seems that I don't take too much personal but my energy beneath is personified as a mad man. Does the mind play tricks or do I get in that man's way because I always have a logical explanation referring to human nature as to why it's not that man's day, I can't cry a river for him cause then my fluidity goes dry. Reserve brain fluid and chemicals for better chemistry, reacting only to a man that could never be taken out of his element, cause then the math is simple and I find no problem to second guess anything, although the feeling is growing inside that I've become caricatured on the surface. Who have I become?

In the young man's years, his worst fears was tears, the curse steers our birth, the first thirst we clear, with our cheers, on this Earth, I still search my soul, the value in earning dollars was louder without its hold, what I'm told is this gold was cold, froze in rocks, start to answer when I knock, though my pockets don't stock the glock, clocks tick then they tock, my **** flocks maturity, mental, still no potential, my eyes cries its purity, can you be my security, for this obscurity brewing then gets to chewing my shoes, the clues new in me, moving, I must get grooving for smoothing the tools rules will see, hardest, still not the smartest, the harshest is sparks in jewelry, wishing the court contempts to resent the attempt, proving me guilty, I'm not yet filthy, but tilt me and see my wildebeest.

An elite caliber collective in its prime, strength in numbers used to be my weakness, as I was Mr. Do-it-all with a to-do list that left me clueless, even I do's were proven to be useless; left alone to contemplate it, I was ran off the playing field with a game plan predictable. Predicted to fail, my addiction left me winless, raindrops on my window, window pain became foggy, when I evaporate it with such brute force, I was weaker from such blunt force burned to ash. Rollover, toss and turn, racing thoughts kept in an urn, to open Pandora's box means to freefall but come out stronger, what can't **** me makes me stronger as I've risen above apathy, happily thankful for the nosedive or better yet skydive I lived to tell about. Accompanied by comrades that helped me get up and walk again, soon y'all will see me fly again once- I have fully recovered, kiss the sky and pursue your dreams, we all wake up at some point, once my eyes are fully opened, mine too will manifest in reality.

The fruits of my labor were my reward for recovering from the vegetative state, eyes on the prize, green was the eye candy that served as the meat and potatoes, want a piece of the pie?, break bread when it doesn't serve as the icing on the cake and feed the children of the corn the beef that's for dinner. All in the family, the power to the people, truth in the eyes of the beholder, the fact is that we don't trust the pigs as they chew not the cud but will eat **** and start **** cause they're simply full of **** and you are what you eat aren't you? No more junk food for me, I'm peachy, pass the mash.

To account for this meaningless daytime stroll, I'm taking footsteps in the dark to save my fuel for something meaningful and bright enough to outshine the ghosts I tend to see around this time. No need for gas, get off my *** and show the moonlight some respect, keeping me comfortable enough to sip on wine in this starry night, make a wish to see another day, in the words of Pac, "through every dark night there's a brighter day" to accompany a new born mindset I promise to keep as sunny as can be, no need for the kiddy beverage of Sunny D, this is practice to be a changed man and practice what I preach in the heat of the night, and to all that took the time to listen, sleep tight, I keep you in my prayers to see another day as well, let's make it last forever as is heaven and hell.

To give you the power I don't even have by admitting that I was wrong and you were right, at least it's off my chest so I can loosen up a bit and adopt a better workout plan. Constantly overwhelming my muscles with work I could've put off tomorrow, I choose to come prepared now and well rested for any test that presents itself to me. I love to see you getting fit and not needing me to spot you on everything anymore cause slowly our favorite spot was turning into a detention center. I have no choice now but to pay attention. It can serve as a reminder that I haven't walked the stage and graduated just yet, I'm an undergrad. Teach me more.