In a strict, ultra social life, cornered post
guards a mixed, coastal vocal at strife, born to curse
In a universe worse than an illusional search
comes a deep deserved, to serve, opposite to Perth
5 Peeps in hes fam, out of reach in this land
out of region he stands, 5 seeds of a damned -
Tree, then expands to 6, he's movin ranks
but these fits don't fix, so he slowly disbands
He's changin his shoes, learning values and rules
old habits defused, swervin-no-casuals
Lookin at directions, he's lost and confused
so he's hooked-to-intersections, only to frost and consume
Lurkin around, kids he's age with cars and jewels
he don't give a fuck though, he calls em fools
He's constantly hatin, nerves lack the patience
no occupation, he lives through dedications
...To peace nations, rotation changes
but don't get it twisted the devil's no inspiration
Sittin here waitin, debatin about it
if the broadcasters dead, who's gonna announce shit
Travel anywhere, anytime when I please
the mind is the luggage so its no big deal
Negative mind, but positive feedback
so when I write rhymes, I got no nicotine patch
Smoke out emcees, if we ever come down to that
but I doubt that, were all in the same struggle minus biz wack
Your trying to take my soul devil, you don't need that
it ain't for purchase, my purpose to leash back
Fuck the polluted acts, you see on your screen
a bunch of soul sellers, on rap magazines
Fuckin quitters, they quit, then sell souls for dreams
then come back, and brag about how street they seem
.....Fuck it alllllll, lifes like sawwwww
...full of traps till someone opens the door
...Crooked lawwww...
This is the first verse to a song I'm doing, let me know what you think.
