(verse 1)
Limits but the pros are richer
Lay mind down pack it all in a scripture
Write livid like a motherf**er palm militia
Tall i sprint i tore my wrist from all the glyphs and offence
Toss in your cent's your still sifting through nonsense
Sip it like a double-cup or drip it like a faucet caustic
Test down to it but a motherf**er never seen sh**
Feeling like your tossing mist, the cost in sense, yup
Serve it like a diss go front
Still im round forest ave skating where the sidewalk bumps never change for it but the right trucks
17 pa**ed coulda been more patient
Meet up with the homies and we get to rotation
Feeling like the past is a payment
Back and im skating over cracks in the tennis-court pavement
Baby what
(chorus)
All of my efforts are haunted, baby
And none of its ever your fault so blame me
Got everything that i want to save me
And none if it happend in Hudson baby
(x2)
(verse 2)
All my accolades are attached to paper
Im only happy when pa**ing j's or when rapping
Im a madman all i do is ash man
All i do is ash man no one but myself
Get it if you ask same sh** nobody helps
Speeding narrow down a path they ain't sent nobody else
Do it all for the day one's with the same numbers
In the end i'm just hoping i ain't left nobody out
Yeah
(chorus)
All of my efforts are haunted, baby
And none of its ever your fault so blame me
Got everything that i want to save me
And none if it happend in Hudson baby
(x3)
(outro)
This is a bit of dialogue taken from Kyle Mooney's skit called "lost" which you can find on YouTube, all credit to him i love his work
Todd's poem is really, really amazing and brings a tear to my eye every time