(Made this when distraction 10 fold)
(Failure to make my skin fold)
Grain beat, too much static in feet
Slow currents, occurent
Sparks fly to attractors, with a lazy a** divide
I sit in the F, thinking one dream will die
Due to mehness...
Image of a console equipped with
Sand in the insides
Re-movement proved encrypted
But not impossible
The muse just took a nap
So I shifted
Since a child this pa**ion was gifted
But the blinkers switched it
Even if the turn was naturalist...
The abandonment seemed capitalist
Why does this not seems tragicless?
Fight the real world crap with this
Feeling like life was on laxatives
8 Fold Paths no longer pacifist
My nirvana en chrysalis
Broken like, what sh** is this?
What the f** is this sh**?
11 problems on the school side
22 of racial pride
33 outcast society right
Repeat the latter as ego blight...
And I made the rhyme....
To rhyme with 99...
To rhyme with 99...
99 and 99....
Yeah I keep it one hunnah
But I'm not gonna, act like a stunnah'
Just a sad boy OG love runnah
With a pa**ion
I'll avoid commune type fashion
That maybe... connected to a dieing pa**ion
A decrypt that can be solved by a Youtube clip
Flip, a channel I ain't like none of them dudes in flannel
I'm nowhere close to the Roc camel
Or intelligent and eloquent as those in the TED panel...
But I need to get there
Make a tear
Plant a tree where my fruits can bear
I struggle if whether or not I care if the world sees or hears
I guess I do...
And this sk** is the only way to prove
My path and thought can exist and plow through
These bullsh** in the streets
Bullsh** in the pulpit
Bullsh** in the meat
Bullsh** in the art sculpted
Bullsh** in the peeps
To the bullsh** I allow in me
That got my drone-a** singing creep
Personal anthem lonely, just tarrot the fool
Sanitizing hands and tools so they don't create my reality
Did I mention I f**in' hate Duality...