If i had to rap i would be like : We are the thoughts of our parents manifested , future , where talent is slammed in our faces like a Lucha-door. They close in on a pin count to 3 but count to 10 years , down the line boxed and my face will only be found on a canvas - shoes symbolizing my walk on the sea of tranquility in which i sweat on , like Mike. Some think i flex my muscles in this ocean basket i busk in 3 times the omega i devour to mould my character but trust the grey doesnt matter cos its a tissue.. whats your issue cos i this is unofficial friendly but i think its great enough for you to pay me Its said the smartest are prone to self destruct as they fall victim to d** or boredom turn them to thugs .. damn, i look like a tie - rannical NUN on a pole about to be hanged while fighting my demons cos life took my powers of sorcery Thoughts racing in my mind a Mirage formulating 1 after the other breaking my sane barrier i tip over from the clouds of cappachino and paink**ers that make me look evil ((complex line)) Hmm i would really confuse my listeners but took me 10 minutes so ain't that bad you can try comment on the an*lysis