jotten down words with a skyline passage.
why is the sky our limit when we can fly past it?
we can go higher, so there should be no limitations.
or explanations of our reasons to become seeds of greatness.
people wanna get afiliated to the movement that penless.
texte's and mcees wanna be the true shit that endless.
depending on them selfs to make it to the peek.
when they dont look for shelfs where they can plant both feet.
shit sounding weak, cus most dont write from the heart.
they write out the hand and brain making pussy farts.
im diggin the movement, this rap shit we created.
some getting started, others already graduated.
others playing the game, make paper as they flow.
some under some above, others wanna be pro's.
some sounds we know, others are new beats.
new heat off the mic, new shit for the streets.
when i grab my pen i jot down with some feeling.
i write in a daze so u could say i write while im dreaming.
with out seeing the margin, perfect aim and persicion.
one sec, one mission, one style one vision.
one flow that gifted, blessed with this blessing.
life is a matrix and we go on living or pretending.

drop links tomorrow

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im so ill that cancer thinks im its father.