I could quote and denote the simplicities of facts but ide rather sit back and relax while my mentality corrupts the wax.

Yo, Mental boundries touched with vivid thoughts, Plots of corruption expand bent spots of the back of my skull. Entwine yur mind with extreme visions of fortune, the single root to all evil is simply abortion. I cant understand the harshness of reality, its simply unknown, like, how can it be, so much corruption around me. Tragedy insane like druged up brain waves, crushed dreams of snappin splene's encased theme's of horrid scenes - just a corrupted memory, is it even mine? I'm see'n cloud nine, this shit's beside the point thats next to this fucked up line. Insane like a rabid dog, insantiy like its grandpa's law, whateva it is, it is, simplicity is the mentality of kids, chalked down to inevitable fibs. Just relax and let ya brain waves give.

It's loose, the monsta inside of me... please God, help me, its that un-controllable side of me. Wishin my thoughts were within certain spots, un-certain things lead ta shock of the system. Sinister plans of a man once known to control and dominate his land, sadly fall as his thoughts that were once plans are crushed as they crumble, even before others tumble and stumble, for the thrown thats been shown to destroy and annoy with power, a deadly shower like acid rain to maintain the filth of this 3D plane that we live on. Corrupted mentality is all that we have to depend on, chaos leads as chaos chooses, whether it's to victory or simply excuses, its useless.

Slowly waitin for, whatever complex lore's in store, my mentality's at war
Slash scabs with snapped bats, create havoc like raging fire and flee'n cat's
back to back with multiple strongholds and strategies, different plans of attack and different canopy's like integrated dreams and sleep be - like the strange simplicity of not understanding these - text writtens, all spit from the source, of course its read like its straight from their source - bittin vocabs unleashed like frozen nomads 3,000 years ago, in the age of snow, with barely a glint of hope - you try to go on when you live day to day barely able to survive the hope lost never in sight you strive to succeed but all you do cry. Once it was differant, I would wake with insperation and wonder where the next victim is - when the next time ide be able to lie - down - just chill, be ill, relax and remain the same... remain the same - remain sane.

I just started at the top and went straight down, no pre-written shit, lemme know whatcha think

Yo this sounds more like a poem than a open mic drop.....

one love......

Was just lookin for a place to throw down, can move it to poetry if it sounds like a poem

yah it would make a hot poem!


one love....