something that came to me to write... feel me...


startling message, as my lyrics change form into arts of progressin'...
that pierce your faith, and takes a toll on you like darts of depression...
start the impression, your a slave for text, you'd prefer a waste or vet?...
its such ashame you etch your voiceless lyrics and still claim the best...
then start to blame your vex approach, but quick to swallow tha blaze...
an ego gut but yet still when the 'beat is dropped' you follow the same...
nature follow a lame? with tha trace of crunches a fake can't stomach...
wait to embrace and love it, to see a rising emcee with vacant punches...
vacations done with, when time elaspe i never sleep til my raps get better...
then 'audio heads' think they 'not big on text' like 'capless letters'...


*takes a break*


for what its worth, or helps, i went straight to hell and didn't burn myself...
I figured that, i've parented my being enough i might as have birthed myself...
im slackin' but fuck it, i tackled tha public, and blaze is what i send this bitch...
as superior of earth, to be intuned with it, i must throw myself into an endless pit...
and hope to hit its rocky bottom, and if thats not possible, from its peak field of place...
i'd climb a mountain, from top to bottom to seal my faith, exceed my feel of great...
i force contact, i cant help the pressure i gain, that rushes, thru my course to flat...
out the planet and fall off its face, hit tha limit of no return and have gravity force me back...