Followin thought after art paint bristle spittle of the heart
A piece apart after the tragedies of masterpiece
Shutdown like technology from most communities
May be his eulogy if you can see the fool in me
The R.I.P defeat of myself dead in the street
Opportunity never shine its light on me
Breaking down the sights i seek like oil leaks
Foil speak,dope needle nursey ,spoken off mercury
High as that, planets plan his visit rights, pick a night
Any given spice,recipe,kryptonite,mixed like liquor sprite
Thicker type spit mucus focus move this motion
Flow with its specific motive im apprentice
Slow motioning my sentence to the point drug dependent
Joint drug of choice, box of voice spits thought of choice
Lot of noise , in his head nothings being said ,
Being written and read causing damage with pens
Stab with ink no pads i think like rehabs need a drink
Take a slab of beef grill the shit like its mad at me
Opposition casualty killem off casually
(x2) I write everyday it aint the right way
Nothin feels the same day to day
Im here for now but ill be goin away... and its just
nothin with a chorus yet,mainstream no brook hook
Off bordered stress weird type rhymes and his auroras strep
Sick mos def sounds it townhouse give a roundkick
And have walls down quick,demolition demo soundkits
condition of frozen war in the arctic part man part spit
Open warriors chest put my heart in it
More like a knife in it schemes i kill the life of em
Seen scenery in my mind of rhymes pricelessness
Imagery images me make enticing shit
The price is right as a bitch Bob Barkers digging it
Off harbor low tide flow sand instrument
Grain of retained bass spittin on a picnic bench
Give intense reality checks no job benefits
Alley will set the next time you get fucked up
Anyone of you dumbfucks its tough luck
Like leprechaun steroids echelon gets you destroyed
Filling the void i avoid voice and text rap
The best at being me where are the rest at
I write everyday it aint the right way
Nothin feels the same day to day
Im here for now but ill be goin away ... its just
I write for Just Silver No gold members
So cold ive been known with frozen tempers
Smoke trees till they timber till limbs are limber
Wish they would like lumber i switch flows in slumber
Fixed writtens to wrote with mass quotes
Keep spittin till the day that i choke
Mentioning lifes a joke and the punch is death
American hope is just corrupted stress
Better than dope that has false pretense
But some rather that than fall to amends
I just wanna be me hopefully itll trend
Loose ends where the booth begins,super clothes change
Never knew myself the whole day,drugs,but never did cocaine
Bud was the one way flight on the runway,runaway lines
After line scheme makes it, self aware i flow without care
On trees like koala bears i stress till im outta hairs
Almost done and outta here,been the most ive wrote
So dont skip my boat listen to it close and slow
Im real talk i just want closure though
Closing my poems so ill read when im stoned
Shown everything here i can do on my own
first 3 verse project in a while
keep it up!
