[Mr. J]

medicated high, all I see are the stars in the sky
writ these bars on life while I look beyond the light.
wrote a song about forgiveness, a rhyme bout hope.
a rhyme bout loss and a rhyme about times I was broke.
sunk deep in my chair, blow that weed in the air.
talking to a ghost that really isnt there...
pour liquor on the floor, wrote a rhyme for who want war
wrote a rhyme bout the source, the one that had you on all fours.
begging for more so what else is there to pen?
is he at it again? now they like dust in the wind...
put them up in the gym & hope that they win.
forgot what made sense I put that on the gin
left em with a grin while they snapped each limb
fell from the tree of life so we have to peak tonight
get home or be free of strife in the need of light.
left in the darkness floating endlessly in the galaxy
suckers wanna battle me but cant channel me.
cant hold my attention long enough like I know
scribble without sight Ray Charles smoking hyperbole
beg ya pardon as I water my garden outta boredom
let ya best friend forge em whippin in the foreign
words grippin the forum, treat the ellipses like its important
eye made of gold, do the signature on a whim
James Bond with the pen, take that for a swing.
click three times . . . you are invincible