First Is Me. . Then Kredit. . You Can Tell When Shit Switches. .

Long Day, Working, Slaving, Time For Sleep
Mind Is Weak, I'm Ready To Find Dreams Mystique
I'm Now In Deep, See Myself Walkin' A Desolate Road
Peppermint Dro, Never Had That Type Of Blunt Befo'
Old Man, I See Walkin, Kinda Stalkin, I Shift Quickly
Thas The Enemy Of This Non Reality Based Dream
Seamed Together, It's Like I'm Sleeping With A Quilt In My Head
Man Said He Was, Built From The Dead, But Started To Tilt N Spread
Toxic Fumes, Stockin' Tombs, The Fuck ?, I Knocked This Dude
But He Rocked Me Few, Then His Perfume Entered My Cacoon
Yes, I Was Now A Butterfly, I Wonder Why, What A Predicament
Bustin' Out Of This In Incriments, Suddenly I'm Insignificant
I See Myself As A Youngest Child, Runnin' Wild, But Strangely
A Petite Lady Tames Me, Arranges Me, Then Lifts Me From My Family
Then My Brain Is Like A TV, I Switch Focus, Channel Changed
To Me With A Flannel Chain, That's Insane, Handle My Name
Boys Is Walkin' Up To Me, Talkin' Bout Roughin' Me, One Sentence
Ends There Exsistence, As I Witness Them Vanish Like Folk Witches
Now, I'm Turnin' Over, I'm In A Tree, Lookin' Down Around Me
Nobody In Sight, Crying From Fright, Dying Tonight ? My Mama Found Me
Now I'm Havin' Flashbacks, Ready To Die ? Somebody Asked That
Masked Axe, Murder With No Blood On The Weapon That This Ass Has
I'm Startin' To Sweat And It Seems Like I'm Convulsing, Eyes Come Open
Words Can't Come Out, I'm Chokin', But I Slowly Drift Back To Floatin'
I Lift Facts While I'm Smokin', Yes I'm Back In Dream's Darin' Dimension
Carin' To Mention, That This Prevalant Resident Has A Sudden Evil Nemesis
See Now I'm Being Scripted, Into Another Unknown Circumference
He Has Nothin', He Raps Somethin', But Has Drawn Blanks Like No Ink Runnin'
head to pillow, instead, in bed
the fellow dozes off - thinking on his own behalf
of all the bellows, the laughs,
and storybook endings that he himself could have
he follows a path, the glory
and story behind his thoughts,
caught smack dab in the middle
the riddle is simple, he loves rap
but it's tough to pull strings,
when you're playing second fiddle
sits and twiddles his thumbs, someone
in front, seizing the moment at once,
while his patience rides thin
..wild spin begins in his brain, his fame,
autographs, where he signs his name big,
in hopes of big names signing him
sliding in are his hopes, fantasies
of folks, giving respect that affects his morals and doubts
..blossoming out, his skills flourish
and lash out - but how can he rap about reality,
when he doesn't know what the wrap of reality is about?
here, the esteemed have a theme,
where thoughts all suffice as nice escapes and remedies..
..of a life where rap is a dream,
and the dreams fight with only an alarm clock as its enemy.


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