[ill nik-A]

Ever look back at life & see where improvement never went?
Losers carry the job while failure has a hit out on betterment
Better hemp has a stellar scent & reeks love & wisdom
Right when everything is on par diversity seeks communism
Speak lost tradition, while oppressed kids show their fate
We all believe in dreams but talent rather sit & let it go to waste
Instead tricks boast their waists & lick on popsicles
With a carry-on ambition ready to struggle as quick as possible
Shits uncomfortable, how can the sober make it?
Reality has idealists feeling like creativity is overrated
Loners jaded but a criminal’s attraction are charges
& now sex symbols rather find satisfaction in starches
Bash in the targets, care free it’s what its becoming
Watching greed share its sympathy with all its belongings
Why are we fronting? Can someone share the remedy?
Its indulging while temptation got turned off by bare necessity
Repair the memories, that’s why passion brings us fight
If this is the ending my words prove action is just hype