Losin to music contusions and bruises
mood is just useless if not know what to do with
spot all of your new shit work to the fullest
surfin and movin to tie up the loose ends
but dont think its stupid cause you cannot do it
it gets so much tougher for rougher endeavors
trends become clever making a statement
the fakest of gangsters stay dead on the pavement
the best and the greatest flesh be insane when
hes all in his game and cannot contain it
he cannot explain like its a new language
he tries to just breathe but his chest will just cave in
and nothing comes in hes froze to the world
hes open for sure but has never spoken a word
adjective or a verb stabbin him where it hurt
rappin fistfull of verse savage cyst bout to burst
and the demon inside bands to enemy lines
friend of the grind spendin most of the time
pending coasting his own tremendous tropical cove
stupendous goes for the gold surrender most of his shows
for just a little a bit its just spittle some times
he jams to the beat the energy rise be damned if his street is just a property line
he needs to make books albums and stars salvage some bars and vacation to mars
the greatest if not impossible task to date its just another lyrical congress to pass
(maybe not best rhyme pattern but tryin to practice with fast topics off the head)