A quiet boxcar cabin on a late night in Siberia

[veritas]

How many aren’t here because their lineage died of scurvy?
Up at night thinking: “this world doesn’t deserve me.”
And why suppress the ego?
Like this shit is just a free throw?
The prelude of the sequel called “you don’t think well.”
Not to be confused with “slow hell smooth sail” it’s prequel.
See…your attention diverted.
Call it “sighs and lights a Newport”
Your attention span is too short
Bitch my pimp hand is Too Short
Its clips or hands you're due for
I’m always on a new floor
I’m the reasons shooters shoot for?
Is that the gangster shit?
Nah. More like rubix cube with only toes blind folded under water
I’ve choked out more foes with flows then the cobra clutch of Sgt. Slaughter