bored out of my mind like i hover'd my soul out of my phisical.
been dead on the site, now its like no body be lyrical.
im still spittin tho, to pass the time in the real world and spiritual.
got kicked out the libary for filling the ficitional with biblicals.
my finger tips glide cross the light of the keyboards stare.
this keyboard here, then its gone, like this keyboard is where?
fuck it i make rhymes, when in life do i ever need to make sense?
thats the reason i got dollars, to buy some notebooks and pens.
fuck lead, there tips break off, like most of RV's crews.
broken down in the halfs, like obesse peeps with plastic spoons.
ill leave it at that, ima mac like my flow could talk.
and i wont leave links till these forms gets drops...

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im so ill that cancer thinks im its father.