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,