thoughts rupture the fine essence of your nature
you wish for triumph
but its actually torture that you wager
good waited on minds but we let the evil take it over
the curse of ignorance on your life and mine
now its silence undercover
areas lost
alot of mass lost on a battle feild
can't let the words out
but you still feel it
grasp conception of what you speak is just the first
step
we lost in the first quiz
but we must pass with a right second guess
on the last test
most of us feel our mentals are inadequate
we stand weak with our strong presences
but speak with the depression of a curse
no question
pray to god to lessen the stress
and try to get by with a blessin'
restoring your awareness is moving closer to
perfection
even closer and sharpen your mind
like a sword its a weapon
no one wants perfection but I'mma
sharpen my mind and
I must move a step closer and become a god
evanescence

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Ya shit is no competition like 'trucker hats' against some 'fitteds'
nigga I'll fade u away like J's on the ballin court in a 'arcura' wit 'tinteds' -mindkontrol

none yall niggas wanna see me...