THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Your hearts appealing...but that dont mean much
they wont see us no matter what they gon dream up
Im star concealing...I shot the sheriff with green puffs
bullets in each snub, I aint quitting til I spit each one
why trip, Im a beast son, better start with squealing
a piece of peace pieced up...peace pipe hard chiefing..
the way I leave you seized up, Ill leave your arc creaking
if they calling for Jesus, you know they arent leaving...
no dove, no love, no matter what you aint touching land
no dust, no trust, homey batter up homerunning fans
catch up, end the series when the boy steering the boat
if they listen I find it eerie that they here being exposed
ya boys cheering alone standing by the mirror to boast
Im in a leer or boat, letting flow carry me, beer on the coast
tears in the river, dreams in a lake, the weirdest to date
clearness debate, no need to act like we need to,...




wait....what...lol