[asylum]

maybe worryin about what I have got. I had lots,
the sandlot opens up and the bark bites in the middle of a dark night,
used to park bikes next to the spots that had sights.
Shit. forgot the sun even had light.
Got so fucked up that night, I was stumbling and shakin,
Mumbling and baked in a strange place wearin my straight face,
Lookin straight laced. Next thing I know jake’s chasin and I’m blazin the trail,
Never getting takin in with pockets laced so I bailed,
cant take my statement, I sailed.
Open field runnen with the wind in my ear,
Never beginned to have fear, now I’m grinning in the clear,
Runnin up the street to the pad wida fat bag I been waitin ta smoke
The homies look at me amazed when they choke, ya know we got jokes,
Gotta clear the bowl wida poker, hah. Not ready.
Freekeys that I drop heavy pop levies on the dock of ya bay
Droppin all day, never stop to delay when I’m lost in tha maze
Ink blots on a page fuck off get dropped on the stage when I stop’n relay
Thoughts that replay on my mental pop ya instrumental like ya plots is simple
Stop n stencil ya shit after me and magically yall reach the top like majesty reached
Strategies peak.