this was pretty ill. you have a good grasp on putting a picture in someones head, i didnt like the force of packaged/blanket line in the beggining but it happens.
I can’t tread the slightest distance without suffering a fireMy life’s been a wick dipped in kerosene, unraveling for a lighterSo I press these needles into veins that look like streets on a mapThey pinpoint me along a road trip, I’m just following the path
i thought this was fire..
I muster up - half a grin - at the irony of the predicamentThey say life isn’t for us to take, so I guess that this is petty theftCause I’m not worth half a cent, my networth is fraudulentThey gawk at my accomplishments, but that shit is all meaningless
felt this right here man..
the rest was nicely written, definitely got skill. thanks for the read, ill peep more if i see you drop it. stay up
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