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So gone like all my thoughts of growin' old, a cold soul, roamin' past the safe zone. Relapse: perhaps I'll match the best bags. Impact: intact I think I still am. Extremities freeze, blood flows so slow; cannot do it with ease, this breath I hold. All these people beggin' me 'Please don't go,' but this is the life I chose, I know. What goes in my temple may make me mental, though if it's transcendental, think it's worth the rental. Hard times in the apartheid of my mind; a self serving, unworthy, total waste of time. Jot soliloquies with ease in between some frees, chillin' in the breeze with these southern Cali trees. You're thinkin' potent leaves, I'm talkin' natural steez; tryna break free from the typical scene...
Sleepin' giants, an alliance roamin' blinded. Rhymin' to combine the grime and grind we live by. If they only knew how real it is; if we only knew how sick we are...
Feel a nudge on my shoulder but can't get up. Darkness looms. How long have I been stuck? Pages full of tears, inks all smudged. Lookin' at my peers. Yall don't give a what? Who, where, when and how it's supposed to happen, is in my palms; now it's on me to take action. Hit the gym: lift weights to do the same with stress, couple minutes, bag sprints, watched my knuckles as they bled. A street product through this blood, sweat and years. AMS affiliate once I caught Reps' ears. Built a mainframe toward a household name but the streets are still callin', crawlin' through these here veins! Sweat lodge to purify, the red road I hold it close. Native culture, vultures circle, maybe it's the holy ghost. Only host to never know, humble as I kick these flows. Lookin' up toward the clouds, while I rain down the most...
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