Its times like this My heart asks if time exists My minds at risk Trapped in a mine of 2 walls With 5 exits. Im free But I dont feel free Is freedom a feeling? Im willing Yet the last man still tryin like Smith Im on the verge In the burbs yet The sun shine like shit My brevity My longevity it dont rhyme like this Miss.. I threw my fists But my punch lines dont fit. A crime like this? Cant be settled by a fine. I sit back and unwind. Relax. Sip lemonade on my front lawn with the gun palmed in a skii mask. I dont need that. But I day dream of a day a nigga might relapse Will a nigga do it? Entertain the the thought a little...prehapse. Fillin out about 3 apps. Bending down like I kowtow.. Feeling like my soul sold For that gold down on my kneecaps Feeling I fill out more than I pray down on my kneecaps Filling like Ill still wake up ok after like 3 naps. I dont see dat Where my seed at?... Suddenly my Son shines a light on the world that makes my burden a little more lighter... Brycen thoughts.. Price of thought.. Truly in thought.. May The Most High be with me.
Posted on: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 02:55:28 +0000
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