The Gift You Know (Victor Hugo)
 

Devise your plans as I guide your hand
the secrets all lie in between supply & demand
keeping it a 100 is cool but defiance is grand.
truth is the drug, and its my contraband...
Im high off substance while hiding it in public.
riding to nothing but the rhymes that come with...
dumb shit, bum shit, I deal with enough shit.
if its an encumbrance...aint that some shit?
gems are forgotten when the nugs broke in half
thoughts playing possum while others joke & laugh
while others cope with that my devotion passed.
we dont hang so why would I grab the rope & gag.
grounds glitter with broken glass, pour one out.
jealousy eventually becomes the source of doubt.
crab bucket theory that helps to force one down.
Pride becomes the burden that I pitied once.
the further I push my friends the more I become Sisyphus