Failure is freedom, the only real freedom is d**h, so freedom is a d**h sentence, d**h is freedom from tense sentences, okra steez taught me that in text messages
Selling pieces of my secretes on cd's, and leaflets, don't take Rosetta stone to decode this, we're all alone since we were born, the day that you die will be the day that you notice
I don't' read books I write them
Don't sing songs, I teach um
Grand visions I'm changing im name to non-fiction, this diction is missing the grand scheme of absolutely nothing
You think I'm standing on the ground, I'm really hovering
You think I'm just clowning around, I'm up to something
When you fools stay true to the past, I be moving forward
You sticking to your hood and I keep pushing boarders
I would say your sh** is old, but I don't believe in time
The singularity we're floating in, is in my mind
So I'ma recreate the world with every line
Pick apart the pieces televise the pixelated
The human spirit rest in nature when it has been faded
Inundated with popular music pollution
You think that you're good, like a child molesting christen
But I'ma just laugh at your sad Mentality
When you will never realize that your reality Is you
Art isn't worth sh** unless it says something different, and nothing new has been said since the pharaohs ran Egypt. So what the f** do you rappers have left. I'll give you a hint, it's not skinny jeans and backpacks