stuffed in progressive lyrical tantrums
rythm oriented destiny doesn't invovle platinum
to celebrate my elevated inner sanctum
ryhmes we tag em bag em let loose like golden magnums
the cranium we draning them of all possible thoughts
kids confined whips and how they wrist gloss
and don't seem to comprehend that they're soul was bought
by the devil himself.. stuck attractin dust on the shelf
you rather have a millions then have knoweldge of self
i learned to splurge without money to burn
and i'm far from broke i got 2 jobs that lets me earn
about 2 g's a week
so yes i got dough.. most form selling yeyo
daily i hold enough pesos to take ya whole family to barbedos
for the weekend in a sequence of months at a time
so why must i encoporate my earnings on line
in a line that rhymes with the next line
truthfully i don't have the time
i rather visit the pyramids in egypt..
or roam the desert of the kalahari with the bushmin
on camel with no cushion
to train my body to take the harshes of reality
cause..
frequent casualties in frequency earns most salaries
in simpler terms kids kill their skill to pay their bills
on radio and care more about their acne
then to be excessvily and accessibly ill.
guess my public status matters
and my mind is worthless so might as well kill
it.



found this in my archives. haven't dropped a recent open mic. so here.. let the sleeping begin.



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