Feedback

i need feedback, whether keystlye or mean track
stone sober, drunk as fuck or high off a weed sack
i need that, you know 6 has got a furious turn-out
none can match my pace so i'll probably burn out
its been here for years, through the fears and tears
i'm spiritually near my peers, placing words in ears
but this is just an interlude, a quick capsule review
of the shit i've been through, from english to hebrew
i need to, set my mind straight and clear out the garbage
regardless of the penalty for getting it started
i spend far too much time, reading and replying
my fingers move on automatic, i'm bleeding for a lie in
even now as i write this, my brain is lifeless
moving with fight fists, punchlines are priceless
and though you might diss, i issue a challenge loud
to anyone who thinks they can fight this managed sound
i planned it loud, i mean key'd it quiet with a mystic hidden force
you'll never get rid of, or get me hitting floors
so i keep on spitting more, for the sake of open mic
on a sight some would say that im too drop to write
fuck it, this is like piece 58 with 42 on the horizon
now aint that surprisin' all the states i get my mind in
so give me feedback, on this keystyled mean track
you know that i need that and a weed sack