FAV:

My eyes are bloodshot, my skins flaking by ounces
My teeth rot in my skull and i'm shaking on couches
I'm an addict without direction until i pick up a pen
Weave a lyrical tapestry until i bring sick up again
My freedom comes in beams of light with words that i rap, true
But all this proves it that even a blackbird can be shackled


nice flow hella good mltis... good topic for you atles... keep mereading even thou this shit is hella long...i was veryimpres i fel like in a way me and u same simiure style a way not exsactly but some what with the multis.... u def better much respt and rops....
10/10 honestly i didnt find noting wrong