Its a slippery slope but its giving me hope...
as we decline I put it all on divinity...growth?
is in the eye of the beholder, time for closure
sit back, the gifts are hidden in the mind of Oprah
tune in, lose it once you lasso the antennae
life is mad random when the skies turn Atlantis
Im sinking into a fresh patch of dead grass
minor setbacks in a death wish, my head scratch
my lead itch, meet me on the page you bad bitch
pinch her if she a doberman especially if she mastiff
you wont find anyone doper man even if Im mad stiff
blowing chronic into a rain cloud & other wack shit
the world is my bowling ball, hit the lane twinkle toes
matches strike, perfect game without a single rose...
encores cause angor like...what you throw the game for?
I make these fruits loop & close that same door...
we mage or, my wizardry came with a voodoo doll
I take it apart & piece it together & swoop through, God.
Used to send messages on templates written in Latin
just blue myself outta depression its Dr Manhattan...
holding a clip board with a strained back carrying Atlas
carrying the world & the story arc that they had backwards
my dreams meet in the same room of interrogations
make sure the flow hits the bathroom & its irrigated...
I hear debates, if one outdoes the other its obvious my brother
we all form an indescribable notion & fall underneath one another...
what the...
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