[theMuzzl3]

I'll chive in: the space in-between the lines is seldomly read by the major heads
of dead heads, wishing they were melodically fed the tears which are slyly shed
by the down time of the creative lines spread throughout our collectively blamed brain;
so restrain from your training of the sustaining of your aching pain (no one cares).
See: to the sky we look… for tons of answers that we either can't bare or that aren't even there.
Instead, why not dive in and look at what we frantically share as humanly creations.
Posted in our stations of existence, spitting out and declaring our resonance: we're alive.
And, barely daring to claim a stake to fame while yearning to change our reality is nearly an impossibility.
Flaming our shameful brothers is just another attempt to strive to be craving to be uncaringly
the one and only top MC. What a joke. I poke fun at anyone who strives to be the queen bee of the master hive.