I blow lines like oceanic currents carries kilos they ditched,
My steelo stay ripped droppin thought through rifts in time like demonic gifts,
Bubonic shifts in paradigms stare at lines and string theories that bring near me,
Things weirdly out of shape and contorted, space time distortion,
Facetime endorsements from beings with cold blood coursing,
Through their veins, wrists fettered by tattoos describing end of days,
I pretend to say things I mean with a serious face in a delirious haze.
They curiously gaze, and furiously wage war against the king pat
Bowls I bring packed. Know Ill chin checkya when my sting getsya
bring wreckless majestic infections dissectin projections of what you thought was dope
false anecdotes that had no hope cut to microscopic pieces,
like Microsoft with these thesis completin theories you couldn't hope to accomplish
i hang from a rope, pokethathauntsya.. making the way for your betrothed,
grateful each days been resolved when i wake up alive.
and yet everyday, i'm angry i've survived.
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