C)asted by the hour my mind finds the time on a playback button shinin on rewind
H)ousing all my thoughts with a twist at the blunt I light what I write despite the rhymes
R)uling by the books and old school crooks passing by my cold rock planet props
O)ptic with this topic alot of its sought as a torch through the hallways of the lost
N)ext chapters and all the windows been tossed to the heads as a guide in life
I)nto cerebral steps exhiled styles rise to climb the dusted rusts ebrazed to hates rash and price
C)auses of past advice forever lasting from the finish as it starts the rhythms in the orbs and vibes of its headlights


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