So I spit sadisticly..rediculously rollin the flow over see this ese...
rippin the beat slowin hold n'.the..cold shoulder..n heat'
.to these hoes placed.in.the whole boulders..n weep
driftin' to sleep...man.roll .in my life I was terrorized...despite
all I stare at night at the ceilin...do I pull the trigger ..woh.
or keep dreaming.though..and you underground heads..say...I can't say nothing..
keep a thunderous sound in your heads that say something..
I pray ..that time will throw down not heal all these wounds...
but I row down life's shiverin' rivers...and find nothin' to proove
this glass is half full..of vodka...and red bull...my tome is half empty..
ya'll emcees be deep for the sake of being deep..and I'll stay
steady being me...for the time..being...hoverin the ground like the
first part of the first stanza..my mind wonders n' the sound...
n I still hammer it out.plan to get it now..jam it in the ground and pull it out..like
the mic was meant born..in my hand to be found...I'm still torn...
like the divorce the force..the lord poured.my parents down..and kept my head
n steady mourn starin at the ground...
