so cut with the non sense, roll up, nickel plated and sawed, writs so fucked, bitch, a dog will acknowledge, those mutts stick a bone in the oddest, holes but still atone for the modest, so what if I don’t go to college, I got after it, I mighta had a stint, but now I’m tracking the sole of my heart, it’s hard, I gotta know my part, I oughta show my emotions are more than art, I wanna grow, but I’ve only been aboard this car, for a moment, how we know who we are, if who we are is all a part of movement, cuz time aint equipped to decide or prove it, i spent all my life trying to find my youth, inside a long line of failures and private feuds, know that aint the book i wrote, no matter the past or the path i took, go back, aint a crook i know, so bad had my whole damn past life shook, but we did things, aint the prison ranks, a piss stain, messed with the risk and ill behaved, still the realest, when my kids are in the same room as yours they gonna know the bills are paid

I could walk this thing to the edge
by the book
bring y’all down with me
leave no traces by the brook

but the peace is in the madness
but the peace is in the madness
but the peace is all the madness
so I stay there and drop a hook

signs of the times, old man lost his shine
I ain tryna die, i’m tryna provide for mine and find a way to get by,
but the peace is all the madness
and the madnes is the pattern
and if my dad couldn’t break it then how can I

aint gonna lie, it’s the first in years I wrote, taking time off, my balance aint off, talents stay strong, talons are sharpened and half ya crayons, are past the cray, lots of trash to prey on, the canvas is graphic, the masses lame duck, can’t stay shut up in the rain, I gotta ruffle a feather, i gotta bring em the pain, the fella with anger just a matter of time, before I’m hella sickened by the cancer growing in minds, i cant explain and I’ve tried like McCain and died, wonder if the mumbling is why I try to make it while I’m, half in the grave, the stacks are already in the pavement, wax hasn’t came to the same temp, to harden the lameshit, artists have came with, farthest apart i have felt from the main, since the cracks in the vein, needle tracks, like an acidic brain came with itty bitty
paths, and the steps were attacking the last one to get in the ring, and the methods to catch it were platinum springs,
let that sink in, and the last to the shore is a tragic beacon,
the storm is over, but ya heels are deep in concrete and your hold on the game is weakened

i’m back in it, thumb tack, enamor these tracks like BNE, in league with hammer, it’s
the way that I pound or the way that I move, or the way I’ve elevated over water to groove,
a new ridge in the wax, i am cool as a mantis, wrist like i slapped these kids to past tense,
this lavish, ric flair and sabbath, smooth as a classic riff doing damage
if this isn’t G, yo the next is an F, and the best I can B isn’t Eazy, it’s dead,
and he didn’t even appear in the creds
as the weakest of them, even Logic or Em, are ahead of the men tion of who coulda bested….Kendrick been on par with the avereage, let’s give him a star, and a badge, it’s the least we can do, for this marvelous bastard
if that is the bar, i’m a weld me a necklace, put my chin ups, hard to perfect it, and i’m backwards trying to pretend, the immediate team isn’t really a trend, it’s the media, no it’s a tedius bend towards the medium, it’s the realiziation of men, and we are a mess, see a lot of em dead,
I’m off in the head, I could talk but instead I’ma..