Destination
They dont understand til your soul dies
And the pen lift whatever the ghost writes
Holy Christ, Jesus Mary and Joseph
The jokes up, the spirit move without a notice
Mirror the chemists daily brokerage
Poke fun at ya marriage, scaring you hopeless
All this pointing, hocus pocus im spelling ya overage
Im over it, like shells in ya porridge, it only take one to be token
Whatever im broken, golden locs, just favor my motions
Clever is spoken, letter these emotions, better i approach it
Yet im settled between choices, i jet into devotion
Sleep eroding, peep my logic...madden
See im focus, deep hypnotic...sadden
Say once, they say Shad, to see my seance
Neck in ya uncle hold, tap or say aunt
Dissipate, dismay, disarray
Every distraction is a diss, they send this way
Depart or distain, hold your defense down til devils derange
Detox or throw ya disk away
Treated it like Karma when that disc aim
Do you deserve the distance between pups and danes
Disbelief disarm on display
Drink with destiny on this date
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