set on a plain and a vision of seas its so simple and awkward im thinking why not free, why not me sail off and indulge in the drinking now...

<(corus) nothing that you want from me, what you want to see, why the fuck is home the want you greed, aint nothing but material ya familys imperial, still gonna die with the fear you hold, now what you want from me, what you want to see, in life all we flaunt is greed, nothing but material, family is real we know stil gonna die with the fear we hold, (corus)> tear drops and weed still does seem impartial, yet all you ask for is love and a need to argue, im not to bar you in, just fuckin standup, you dont gotta be like me but at the least you could just man up, speak whats inside of your fuckin mental, tribute to yourself, still nothing from your brain you write that ive felt, as i read it you still cry out feelin you need it, you bleed it, critisize your life cus i leave it, purgatory in every fuckin moment you choose not bliss, contemplate no right ya just exist, with feeble wits, no quest for the answers of your mind, crippled by ya parents and the chatter bout this life from mime, seeming so blind, and im the one you disagree, taught you all bout real life and still no comfort seen, and what i mean, is life is never gonna change, its just thought perpetually spinning round in your brains, <(corus) so where do you want to go, dont know about this life no more, i dont know about our life no more, what do you want to show, cus i dont know why i love no more, cusi dont know about our love no more, (corus)>

so what the fuck ya'll been thinking, suckin up the lube of the crust getting high and drinkin, trippin bout what we need to do as a society, you trippin bout any part of the world you fuckin dieing, we need to chill out, look at our surroundings, universe spinning around in circles its profound we, bleed out, lose your life and take one moment look deep into outer space no one wants to condone us we a dieing race, cripple hast in understanding minimal tangent to see what is really life no standing,its planning that failure is the worst, if contemplating life with something separate from what exponentially exerts, fuck you, im skippin out to outer space, other beings no thought, feeling just placement in what were seeing im being nothing more than a thought i produce loving all alive no belief in the truth,

ive never done enough to go to prison as far as they know im just a petty thief with no supervision, ive risen from protecting all of right, critisize my hype im just tryin to make some money to get out of sight, and if they feel like they know what it is im doing im gonna get the fuck out of my house and run with money fluent, a student, with fat smile and a crew cut, wonder where ya dudes luck, is runnin out spinin with a blunt in my mouth, i cripple the shouts that defile the meaning of what im skeaming, im rippling effect apon a world a fuckin demon, hypocracy in ya seman, if its a life that you are dreaming, then shut the fuck up and open your eyes you need to keep readin, hit the fine print, crime stent, time bent, into some mother fuckin harmony where rhymes spent, either need to get down on a fuckin motive or re investigate your thoughts about life and its persona. its a dream

feelin like i canot sleep like i can not eat like im up on some tweak, and yet i fear no freak, steering compromise, knowin that im who im who i am, forgetin all the strain with my zen, its a trip and im feelin i should speak, bout the fucking world to the resin of the beats its a feat, that is simple if you flow it, no thought its just knowing, trippin bout the feelin in my flowin, i am growing like my buds in my mental, fearin its all just truley expo-fuckin-nential, im trippin, similar to plain with potential, fillin in the grains with my pencil, speak bout your spirit in my sleep, trippin over death but inevitable creeps, im a freak, i am flippin, sendin of a check in prescriptions, feelin like this game is my sentence, need not repent, cus i spend for the bliss, federally watch still no feelin consequence, lockin up my freinds, slangin crystal from a 3by 6 bench, momas trippin bout the reason i resent, all you people, watchin me retain, all the sanity is vane, with potential to refrain, from reality is same, forget feelin through your fuckin brain, this a game, wake up work and die insane, simple as that, simple as fact so simple in fact, all i gotta do is flip a sack, and retract from you people, trippin as you bread for the sequel, still no fuckin reason to be feeble, feelin stress movin work with no perks but your money, still no bodies bitch, aint it funny, cus all i do is chill, hard at work and never hungry, multiplying stacks while condoning tens and twentys, aint it funny reminiscein life under sun beams, havin fetinal dreams, of perpetual skeams, this aint a dream, this is my real fuckin life, life is a prism of the light, its my intentional fight to prevent thought of right, reals not right, so write to ascend abnormal in spite, subliminal strife, criminal hype, forensical type, tripin over hatred in the words that i write, fuck the right, tribal all my life, friends with treble dont deny, that im never knowin why, just insisting that we die, get high, dont lie, skippin out on know fact, what the fucks it matter when we go back, to the ground that we grew from, similar to you scum, i sit among abused young, psychological screws sprung, trip my fuse fun, all i gotta do is load a used gun, pop pop nothin but your noose hung, bang bang skibidy be bop, fuckin up my life supposedly i need to stop, ya'll trippin on cops, stupid legalities representing locks, either need to knock or get the fuck off my cock, so simple to rot, in mental state of society, talkin about sobriety wonderin why they lie to me, tryin to be no other poet peering entirely deep into the fears of our sick society, cripple variety, entity is dieing free, need to defy the greed, and supply all the beings with need, i feed all you fuckers with a motive, aint no why to life, just nuttin from scrotum, mold from the totem, searing hot i scold them, triggerin psychosis of the weak and then implode them, figuring i am bold when, life is made of no men, fathoming the omen, when still all gods are just sold in, light for the being, light for the seeing, might intervene with a bottle of lean, so you can not scream when pealing off the layers of your locks,

see i was trained, to get off your plane and riddle the main frame, with sentence to maintain, your help, stick around with my stealth, i figured you well, to fidgety to armor the brain, it came then delt from strain thats hell, so vain yet knelt, humble yet trained to kill, full of the pain i sell, to the bells that ring, -- see im the same, but i wanna know whats in your game, whos in your brain, see im tamed but i wanna cut throats in this game, cut through your name, see i digress to the mother fuckin point, loading up a joint, hit rails then anoint whats left of me, not Much Once im thru with the trajectory, correct effect to beat, intellect dissect and then project respect, if you would write read fret, and then assign speed step, to get away from me, cus i was trained to eat pills and find thrills choppin fine lines with grind smile and cheap bills, stuck real, to the inside of a pouch, you chewing me up but nothing pay me forward so get me out, played to count the cards similar odds its god facade, if ya'll gona play the game, then be god, cus we all trickle down to fact fuck subliminal tracks i write so everybody will hit critical mass, and if time surpass the blasphemy we all still gonna die so why pick up a creed, your greedy, your needy, ... and now your dead, your family's cryin bout it but we all still move ahead, belittled by every moment, by every single night, but still gravity pulls down that pillar that i call life, i fill up my pipe and send the smoke round, with a profound sense of reality that put us both down, and yes im fuckin depressed, I centered life on money now all I do is perfect, its sick the scene, i bottled up my fuckin dream, so everyday everybody can go on with what they seeing, just sleep, take one day at a time, if you get to pissed off blow out your fuckin mind,all crippled by time its simple refine, no thought, decline, you feel it in spine, inspired through past crimes, see today is the day your game becomes my game, now whos insane, its today that your brain is going to take no frame, we have no name, quite your game quite your game in thought it all becomes a paradox,

molly meth or cok, molly meth or cok, this a song dedicated to the broke to the boke yes my brother, quit suckling the tity of our mother, suffer, pick up a digi and learn to lover her, you see you take a small amount, then you flip it, take your choice if powder then do not snif it, its an increase value, not sorrow and a sad mood, its bad news to hear our mother cryin bout your last boost, blowin two hundred in two days, done the same, but still moneys where you seem to find a kind sane, so adhere to your own belief, pick up an ounce of molly learn defeat and repeat, molly meth or cok, molly meth or cok,molly meth or cok, this a song for the broke, yes my brother, quit suckin on the tity of our mother, suffer, dont make me have to be a biger brother cus i smoke three blunts and then i choke, toke still effecting har perfecting my feeling of home to hope, its broke, step to healin im feeling like dealing, i wheel in an elbow u-hall full, my alls bold, to cold to hold, skold imprisonment list of division-ment to re defy the sins and the sentiment, its grins that pretend, its gin that defends, cus im broke, smokin to clear my minds hope, molly meth or cok, molly meth or cok, molly meth or cok, this a song for the broke, we discover, siting on the real as i hover, no other to take up to the sky but my brother, come and see, not games play, stay, learn about all of the shit i think in my day, yo when will my money come in, when do i need to roll out, well im about to re up, another blow out, only cops are stressin, no need to learn there lesson, soon to fuckin figure no need for confession, its on, sellin will pay for your home, sellin will pay for your phone, sellin could lift you up off the ground and give you dome, molly meth or cok, molly meth or cok, molly meth or cok, sell it all why be broke, dont need hope, need to cope, grab some cok check with scope, float, soak into layers of revolt, note, be sure to check your mirrors when your cruisin with that dope, float through the Sayers always know what they know, appearance is key, they all see smiles from me, still no trials for me, ant it wild to be, it little bit fucked up and im sayin this shit cus i aint been playin, yall fuckin round with the right, yet right dont even explain it, essential, somthin to make your tic toc end soon, now what you gonna do to make your ends me ends du, molly meth or cok, molly meth or cok, molly meth or cok, this a song that i wrote for my brother, now we can slang with each other, love her, but not a word to our mother,

see what ive been truly thinkin bout in side my mental is projection thought inside my deepest feelings and its, no its gone, its gone, im gone, cus all knew he held up his half a bargain, if all bargains were smoke, plot for the pain, chard dark from the hope, apart from the pain all i feel hope, apart from your suffering, your paycheck your swindling out of life still thoughts combusting, physical rusting, thoughts mechanical feel like cannibal, eating light audible feel right, still no peer peeling no sight its so bright, its what we doin , the you and i, you and i and every day im wonderin im wonderin another way, to kick that which we do, who the fuck are you whoa who am i nothing more than a man of truth who flows it, croak in a plain that is hopeless but god dammit we must focus, when i wrote this i was thinkin a frightless world no fuckin songs and yet im sitting a faceless master in a crowd thats filled wrongs, take my fuckin step, breath, run apart from time and leave, comin to manipulate a dream, no better for a life a somber fiend, im comin to insinuate, do nothin but defend escape, feel nothing but repent and hate, all i feel is hate, all i feel i hate, all i feel another day im wonderin im wonderin another way, to kick that which we do, so who the fuck are you, i just need another way to suffer in this fuckin life another day, to kick back and figure who, who are you, who am i, simplified in the meaning of your moment if its simple for you know, need retreat inside your copein aint a feelin out of hoping that were true, just you, now do, aint no reason to life, thoughts still protecting the thoughts still protecting the thoughts still protecting the thoughts protecting the you.