I live to serve
Under the sun like the trees move at ease do as I please no device can ever deceive me cover your eyes to walk the street but don't be blind incline with
Insight inside is the key
Flow like the breeze
heads roll like debris
From the west to the east
help others while you still can
evolve like technology
heal the people with the air forsaken words that i speak
still taking steps
avoid the dred depression
misery
the mission is to make believe
but I aint a lie
Them fabricated
feelings put forth by enemy aint gonna be put on the side
like kids that try to hard on the team see what I mean we got front row seats to the scene
being is to me is you and you are me one being its like what I thought I knew but im just barely seeing what brought this idea from the way down under the most high
the thoughtless not like most guys no bitches though I seem to be always stuck with some hoe obviously nope when I smoke dope and sit back spit raps all fucking day no writtens no way im making it out this system addicted significant ways of controlling living
intricate instances with texts thats tangled in my head like hair with no shampoo
flakes come and thats bad hygiene same old shoes clothes a scandal non designer
friends come and laugh at you
Girls bring the illusion of love and its magical but them cuts last forever like a tattoo last like new 1st but next to the 2nd and 3rd fool
poser undercover wating for the midnight meat train they be missing dont forget everyone got a ticket
times on some
just expire early
workers gotta retire for certain
taxes every year should be alerting
lurking in the dark like a tweeker up all night im searching
describe light in its various styles and shades
stay blazed forest fire
days till the rain
build a alliance with my pain blockades get blown up like demolition bombs sitting waiting placed in all the right positions calm
but listen tonight I lead em out like a cop shooting and never missing ,
Shouting loud like a witness telling a tale in front of the jury defendent speaking without permission they
acting like white moms in a hurry cleaning in the kitchen I did you dirty like a old bastard sitting and pissing
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