During the days I hide inside my soul to find my whole
At night when I'm not confined to grow is when I shine the most
The time just floats when I'm rhyming online or at home
My mind is like chrome - shining...defining my throne
I prize my poems cuz when I die they'll never deny my flows
I find hope...and spit twice more phrases than signs hold
As crime grows this nation starts to decline slow
My mind is potent like I had active mines in my dome

Every single bit of this had amazingly sick flow...
I read it and never paused once, it was like I'd written it myself.

Despair is stained deep in the Earth but the ground stays green
My frame is weak from the pain of people blaming me

This I totally fuckin relate to.
Catchin shit for shit you do...
Maybe you deserve it, maybe you don't.
But fuck, it still sucks to get it.

And the ending was tight as fuck too...
Spooky Nostrodamus type shit.

Very ill drop. I can tell ya had alot of emotion and 'lostness' going into this. Kind like WTF is our world comin to?

It ain't a pretty picture you paint.

But that's why it hits so hard.

Tight as fuck, Youngblood.

Peace

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