Birth of a dream
My life’s a piece of idiotic shit, catastophe.
minds splatters, bent vibrations bap my cap
and woke the fires of my inner belly straight silly
guts and bones left hanging
eyes clean up the rest
locked it in a chest
sent to the heavens on layaway
consciousness back, plotting steps to take in making my way
Lost in the plays
since no pops to break it down
Lessons on lessons I’ve had to face
aint no stressing learning the player way
blessings on blessings keep coming to me
while I’m messing my come up a G
told my dude zay ,”bruh let’s make that milli”
thought born from stupidity
might have been meant to be
lost in the moment for eternity
Stuck contemplating but dropped into death
Breathe life liberating
new perspective , head clears, eyes open
third hits the scatter and I’m floating
coasting off the steez of my manor manifesting
soaking life in , learning from past to grasp
enlightenment
next step send ripples down space time dimension
cosmc soul vibing through generations
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