the citrus acidic, vibes reach theyre beautiful climactic times,
inside the pink rhelm of crimes, these rhymes ain't got no lines,
that confine to the rhythmic pattern known and used by pop tribes.
come feel the rise, this time we here to break the sky,
don't lie, you ain't survive without that ol' school supply.
good-bye to all these past mind suicides, because i've gotta try,
can't let that high die, but don't fry your mind, why?
bitch take a look into your own eyes, the only way to fly,
is to get by, with that conscience and you be fine.
because if you roast it to a lime swine,
you be wine n dine'in in your own, declining.
no defining this, way i'm feeling,
can't be concealing, because my mind can't keep it's peace,
and oh lord,
i can't afford to break this hoard,
because that's where i got my memory stored.
and aboard all this shit, i've still got to transmit
my thoughts through lines, so here let me spit
and you can press record, so we can all take a step, and push toward,
our own destinies and fates, which in short form means, lifes; reward.
don't feel ignored if you're lost and lone
because underneath this darkness, it's easier to be shown,
the brighter side of your own emotional, cyclone.
no thought or feeling is ever unknown, don't break this tone,
i cannot postpone, my wounds still need to be sewn,
i will not hang up this phone..
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