(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...