[Verse]
Another stranger with no name, no pad, a nomad
His story on the pages of his notepad
Wiser than an old man, keep the mic in his closed hand
His head keeps growing more than penis in a hoe's hand
Ora glowing, chakra holding in molten land
Pure soul walking on hot coast through the scorching sand
Three eyes open, stomach full of mushroom stems
Humanity coming to an end but when did it begin
That's food for thought, who would've thought I let the monsters in
For cashing compliments working for statement [?]
Making jaws drop with this talent that I present
And leave the world in astonishment long after I am missed
When I die please speak of me highly
[?] ain't another one in my league
I'm tryna [?] cause I'm a [?]
And lowkey loud enough for the d**h to hear it highkey recite me
We the last of a dying breed
But my legacy will live on through all of my seeds
Hopefully this poetry will make it over seas
It isn't overseen since my style from an older season
The goal is to be the coldest speaking
Won't stop til I see gold and hell is freezing
Flowing like the blood of Jesus from a deep abyss
Dark places I seen and lived
Shook hands with demons and the reason is
Ether in the air, you have no choice but to breathe it in
My past may be negative, I [?]
My right mind, I write rhymes off of sedatives
You'll need a therapist to locate where I have been
I'm sipping medicine, faded waiting for my fate to settle in
Rather overdose over wrestling, pestalice
Armageddon in the present, my weapon present
Ready to blast you out the present and out my presence
He teaching lessons hopes seeing piece of heaven
Where I'm from there's little pieces of blessings
Need a place that I can be at, ease, and rest in
This is food for thought, please eat what is left kids
[Outro]