Netcees - In front of a fire at the river camp 1

So we have a river camp now and it’s a vibe.

What is luck?
Well what is gratitude?
Similitude of a dream. Platitude: no I in team.
Your attitude is too mean, weaved in obscene.
Conceived in a scheme, the lead is the lean.
Or is it fat dumb sick and brainwashed?
My whole life is measuring what the pain cost
So refrain from shooting straight if ya aim lost
My only game is to refrain from what fame cost
Or…
Are we talking imagery?
This is the roaches behind the sheet rock cracks
This is the man fixing to quit his job.
This is the newfound widow suffering panic attacks
This is the final plan: death by cop after I try to rob.
So edgy souls effigy is scolded suggestively
Suppose this prose is weaponry is the explanation of your mind acting defensively.
Score...
Are we talking infinity?
The path, the circuits, the wrath, the purpose
I laugh, you’re nervous, still last, no strands of service.
Earth is not real. It’s a finger tip feel. It’s a prophet in the desert verse the Pharisee zeal.
Better to rob than steal from the foolishness of the mob of media shpeel.
Spelling?
No telling.
Edema: swelling.
Like salt, I’m good.
But it’s not my opinion or based on fact
It’s the code that implodes your space so exact.
The Matrix been cracked.