gratz on 500 my guy, keep cookin. fuck, i stumbled again, this writer's block like a glock type weapon, hear em' talk but i, never tend to listen, they tryna distract you, so best pivot, and play chicken, cause bitch this art of war, and their goal is ya soul you so adore, interplanetary demons carving caverns from the depths below the floor, what's in Antarctica, what's deep in the sea, they want you fearin the unknown so they can start WW3, don't fall prey to the deceit, just take the wheel, get control back again, its not too late, without question, think of all those who've sacrificed to get you where you is, stomp'd out cigarettes how I did pessimism and self-fibs, fuckin up my health over lack of vision and selfishness, nowadays feel like I'm lightyears past that shit, sad to see some acquittances slow to learn, somewhat a masochist or in love with the burn, like Hennessey to ya stomach - have it churn, I saw these demons within, held the 9 to their existence and even had em squirm, Sheddin' light from below the furnace, spotlight to em roaches, really goin' the furthest, bitch neck so good have you reminisce followed by a state of depress, cause you fuckin' settled for less, now strap up your nike checks, bills around the corner, hoe on her way, say less we gon' relieve excess stress n' crack this wine sayin' fuck the rest, and what they claim, steady ashin' one out accompanied by calming rain, feel a dichotomy of stoic, heroic, hopeless all in the same, copin' in numerous ways, but dropped the substances and supplemented to pray, more like replace, saw it was just a cycle that was here to stay, always kept running back, couldn't learn to look away, until I broke through the fray, like MK ultra to kanye, turned my soul gray and my feet gangrene steady traversin' the block like a fiend, blues on deck, smuggled in by the, war machine, our own government allowin' atrocities, deep state plottin' beyond the brink, the 1% elite, don't give a fuck whatchu think, they want you dead so find God and get your face up out that sink. only you can make the change, stop running away, no one said this was a race, baby steps and keep a pace, n' for these demons keep a blade, n' show humility and be blessed with grace, I know you have what it, takes, just gotta repent, there's truth to face, owe my all to Christ so I keep my faith in this paper chase, now see it wrong to spend my days blazed, wasn't facin' life, more like the shadow of it's embrace, I once lived in fear and stopped replacin' my brakes, broke some hearts, and elevated my pain threshold, only so much a man can tolerate alone, isolate, iso in the fent they add the tranq, back to drugs, but I, pump fake, an anomaly they don't know what to think of me hahahah ...
UHHYUH!
THAT'S RIGHT!
gratz on 500 my guy, keep cookin.
fuck, i stumbled again, this writer's block like a glock type weapon,
hear em' talk but i,
never tend to listen,
they tryna distract you,
so best pivot,
and play chicken,
cause bitch this art of war,
and their goal is ya soul you so adore,
interplanetary demons carving caverns from the depths below the floor,
what's in Antarctica,
what's deep in the sea,
they want you fearin the unknown so they can start WW3,
don't fall prey to the deceit,
just take the wheel,
get control back again,
its not too late, without question,
think of all those who've sacrificed to get you where you is,
stomp'd out cigarettes how I did pessimism and self-fibs,
fuckin up my health over lack of vision and selfishness,
nowadays feel like I'm lightyears past that shit,
sad to see some acquittances slow to learn,
somewhat a masochist or in love with the burn,
like Hennessey to ya stomach - have it churn,
I saw these demons within,
held the 9 to their existence and even had em squirm,
Sheddin' light from below the furnace,
spotlight to em roaches, really goin' the furthest,
bitch neck so good have you reminisce followed by a state of depress,
cause you fuckin' settled for less,
now strap up your nike checks,
bills around the corner, hoe on her way,
say less we gon'
relieve excess stress n' crack this wine sayin' fuck the rest,
and what they claim,
steady ashin' one out accompanied by calming rain,
feel a dichotomy of stoic, heroic, hopeless all in the same,
copin' in numerous ways,
but dropped the substances and supplemented to pray, more like replace,
saw it was just a cycle that was here to stay,
always kept running back,
couldn't learn to look away,
until I broke through the fray,
like MK ultra to kanye,
turned my soul gray and my feet gangrene
steady traversin' the block like a fiend,
blues on deck, smuggled in by the,
war machine,
our own government allowin'
atrocities,
deep state plottin' beyond the brink,
the 1% elite, don't give a fuck whatchu think,
they want you dead so find God and get your face up out that sink.
only you can make the change,
stop running away,
no one said this was a race,
baby steps and keep a pace,
n' for these demons keep a blade,
n' show humility and be blessed with grace,
I know you have what it,
takes,
just gotta repent, there's truth to face,
owe my all to Christ so I keep my faith in this paper chase,
now see it wrong to spend my days blazed,
wasn't facin' life, more like the shadow of it's embrace,
I once lived in fear and stopped replacin' my brakes,
broke some hearts, and elevated my pain threshold,
only so much a man can tolerate alone,
isolate, iso
in the fent they add the tranq,
back to drugs, but I,
pump fake,
an anomaly they don't know what to think of me hahahah
...
Appreciate u bro, dope⚡️