THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[DexLabb]

chew pills, re-fill, be chill, 2 minutes, we will.
i see, kaleidoscope trees blow, face whiter than pinot grigio,
hey boy, i know you hate me a lot. but hey, we flow.
yeah, we flow. whisky woodier than Home Depot.

she;s so. alright i thought about her. told myself no.
but fuck the world and it's ways so what if she does coke
so what if she smokes and flashes titties for strokes
mentally, after the shows in bedrooms with lcd glow

im just a perspiring, aspiring, never retiring, in dire need
of some inspiration to take me higher than these -
smeagols. poke them. better not provoke them!
cause the only thing precious to them is their hopeless,

demeanour. think i see this shit clearer. chop green,
john deere. ur not me, ur not here. my mind is gutter
my thoughts are an allyway and my grind is the shutters
clackering, i got the trench coat ...come get dope.