Originally Posted by ∆ P E X X

lol dude you explained it and it still makes no sense what so ever lol. the page is the culdesac used for refuge from the church benches of life, tight wedged between things that are known to crack? lmao, whaaattt?? aside from the fact that "life" doens't rhmye at all with "crack", nor sac, nor days, nor surger-rays, what the hell does that metaphor even mean? what does refuge from church benches of your life stuck between things that are known to crack boil down to dude lol i would love to know. and truthfully the shit your sayin does not sound liek what you got typed, sounds liek you say "tire waves between things known to crack.." and "..the weight of my back murder days" - and even as you have it, the weight on your back murder days, what does that mean? the weight on your back murders days? how do you murder a day with weight on your back? lol. matter fact, how do you murder a day at all? or is "murder day" an event or somethin? lol i dunno man shit just sounds silly man. and just lookin at how you structured your couplets the whole thing just seems butchered and just written any ol way.

and just picturin you with a jet pack and a baggy robe with some nikes on flyin over crackrocks is pure comedy. must be headin to the culdesac fresh off a murder day