Plagued by the current state of Mother Nature Constant cloudy days made me desecrate her It’s cool I’ll go skinny dipping in the gene pool Prefer playing the fool than going back to school I’m hard I’m tough smart enough to get by And there’s no way to call my bluff when I got goals set high Those who had the pleasure to check my texture know how hard it is Can’t tell if it’s a treasure chest I’m making or a suicidal starter kit Rap path steer left and forget about what’s right Back track to peers breath losing grasp on insight In exchange for a fist against another Perspective nice well this might be a better cover Set first the flow and let the network grow Failure is a nightmare but I could meet worse thought To loiter a personality disorder keeping tracks in order To maintain my trains main frame to cross a new border Yo; so, my fresh went spiraling into a testament Broke down to sediment to then form my rhetoric x2 Formula has brought evidence that I’m a thought specialist To be eloquent is relevant but I’m not much of a perfectionist I try to properly explain this painless tasteless procedure Of abandoning words in the polluted atmospheric features As they pour through speakers the lines imitate teachers But when my songs finish they become mind eating creatures To eat your sneakers to get through to undo the roots That binds breathers and believers and debut new fruits And let the juices loosen while the topic uses illusions Producing pollution to leave you with useless confusion A distraction from your actions converted to a fraction You may be a recipient but I have the denominating fashion Right now as the time drools listeners play by my rules And admire the fire I hire for my empire of rhyme tools Alright fools your fate may be to obsess upon my gateway Of words I straight say when my head’s like this everyday Yo; so, my fresh went spiraling into a testament Broke down to sediment to then form my rhetoric x2

VERSE 1 Oh my brother I’ve become lost under my cover Lightning and thunder is the forecast of the summer Foreshadowed under every given whole number To count down the days before the land of wonder Classifying truth as false and life becomes my own forum Uncertain of everything except excitement and boredom Offer me a break and I’ll probably take the bigger portion I’ll do anything I can to inject butterflies inside my organs Rewarded and ungrateful of the planets milk and honey Modern culture taught me to misinterpret guilt as funny So I lose myself in stagnant with a regretful build is coming Relaxing my soul and strive to always quilt the drumming All of a sudden my statements makes me considered lost So I summon my favorite friend to get our points across Our relationship can never end with neither as the boss Cooperate on impact and jumble special thought sauce VERSE 2 Lost on my own behalf I’m off the grid but still on its graph Discovered my own path to signify my destined epitaph Pollute the past with poison from any memory bath Self deceptive whatever kept numbers not there math grab hold of a scroll that’s scattered and goes untold Puppeteer a bag of blood with a skeleton controlled Potential will fourfold when I get outside my skin mold Silver tongue dice rolled and I’m wedged in tarnished gold Making music even if only I can make it make sense I stay elusive for my head since music can’t pay rent And I’ve had so many days spent without a tangible payment Those hopes have broke down to dust in fake basement In fact a replacement from what I can’t deny as a fact Sign a adolescence contract when cosmos and I interact Through the respiratory tract behind my mask so I can act According to the formula pact permitting ideas to be abstract

Hellbound loathing silence with myself now Fell down to sell sounds trailing my melt down Try hard to function during mental eruption Power my production with serpent seduction Come through with a scum screw because I want to I’ll instruct you about my status being hunt proof That’s the one truth people need to understand Focus on my throw, make it seem like an under hand Rappers and bumper to bumper man, but I’ve got the upper hand I roll cold inside formula’s rhyme wonder land Sign beats with signals, let lines shoot like pistols Reanalyze my cries to answer all my riddles They’re swept under a carpet mixed with the darkness Because I’m aimless with targets but still remain an artist I’ll sustain heartless til someone gets my rules reversed However it will never happen in the timeline of this universe