[dead man]

immense. i was waiting for you to drops something like this.

I'm a vegetable, wasted. Off medical hazes. Electric oasis. It's best to roll naked. Professional raver. I sweat in strobe-lasers. Mind-dickin' bitches, Professor Xavier. Nitrous whip-it's & impressions of Vader.
No one gave me a conscious. I'm blatantly honest, it's all cradles & coffins

My name is Wise, & I'm a binge drinking piece of shit
Rinse sequence, repeat the gig. Been sleeping where demons live
Tin squeaking & bleeding slicks
Dial 911 if my raps appear loopy
I might swallow a slug like an atmosphere groupie
I'm plastered dear, shoot me. The chandelier's moving

damn.

you're more divine than eyedea's unrecorded writing

I need a change
A sense of direction. Some where to place my own focus
If I didn't call any friends? How long would it take'em ta'notice?

thats rough.

the final segment was consistent and fun to read. a little sad but you channel it into really dope rhyme work. nothing that matched the knockout capacity of the above quoted lines imo.

i think its clear that you could use a change of scenery. sounds like your lifestyle is catching up fast, or whatever you're using to get away isn't letting you go. so be it

do what you have to do. the toughest part is always starting.

hope you keep writing. thanks


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