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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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