Breaking my brakes, through lancet windows,
sound like sampling cymbals, trampling insoles,
stop what ive been told, doing it tenfold,
until my engine blows, from temps of tempos,
so, going fast forward, exploding, sash bordered,
around these "pains" of windows, in the mind, i defend for
time,yes i spend more, crime-less, use zen for
spores of adolescence still floating around,
sailing thoughts and truths, boat in the clouds
gloat when im proud, those who allow,
the spoken with crowd, to get up and announce,
how life is "pronounced", in gods dictionary
frauds dissent every, word in the bible
a wordy disciple, of the turning to nightfall,
burning who might fall, never taking my sights off,
got the extra clips, in case a messy miss
from me a dressy pimp, make your flesh limp,
fall off the bone like the best ribs ,
cess in a bag smoke it up makes me express with
endurance, endure fans, of those that plot plans,
from pot plants, and stop sand,in this hour glass,
our time has past, to out rhyme the fast, be sly and outclass,
smoke trees and sprout laughs, spouse is gas, marry a fiery flash,
you can take my diary as, a whole writing with stashed,
stabs, what a fight and a half, take my cake in a bag
time to leave and run, from this writers block that I've seen to come