[Alice White]

I grew in this..
numerous true relicts
of futuristic moon-lit visions
my superstitious true religion
we're unisonous, in "collar" since rubik's, Cubes division
Elliot, Doom-a-witting, better yet, my pulse's shrinking
by every beat, 92 - tuning systems
just poured a smidgen, it ain't lucrative still I-see it boomeranging
first signs of lucid living when I heard Ludcaris sing
for the first time muting his shit..
Grae got me cocooning in it, yet
the youth'll listen to ambiguous rhythms
chalking out into muse-less lyrics, a students living
gradual euphoria - from nudes to nipples!
ugh, now my prudence kicks in!
minutes, but I'm too persistent
*sniffles* rudimental fictions -
- Stuart Little, whipping a group of kittens, grinning
been seeking juvenescence on through mural visions
I grew in this - a rooting image.


this was a quick key I did in the cypher, any feedback is appreciated ;)