heres something of mine, Who am I to be me when everybody else is fakin? They got the game on lock and they havent even chained it, its smoke and mirrors but my soul and spirit, says im chosen, my reflection I kno is the clearest They live there chosen heavon while im smoking resin. Im just too hot they sent me to the smokin section, these trend share holders think they make whats mad cool, by mass assimilation like you should do that too But I define cool as overcoming the path fools, normally tread to get ahead in mass pools, Im reppin for the kids who got bullied in bad schools, cuz they werent afraid to rock pokemon tattoos We all wanna show were a different fit, but pick at eachothers differences, secret uncivilness within milatant hypocrites, theres a reason the legions of demons won and will win again, its not cause were choosing wrong its cause we choose at all in this systemless Illusion of progress, were pursuing the loch ness, there whats cool in the projects, there a pool in hells hot deck, im the 53rd card in a jokerless card deck, Im the brightest ball of matter from an uncharted star set. Who am I to be me when everybody else is fakin? They got the game on lock and they havent even chained it, its smoke and mirrors but my soul and spirit, says im chosen, my reflection I kno is the clearest Gotta dress and act the part, Give it ur all means half your heart must stay blinded while illustrating this fractured art. the penless mens penmanship always made more sense to slick, cuz atleast within that rhetoric, theres evidence of medicine, to cure the unintelligence of the tool wielding tools, a pyramid inception scheme, fools healing fools, by feeding them substances containing no sustenance, the blind and the heartless, gaze and fall in love with this, hypocritical system of residual income, where the cynical get some, And the minuscule get dumped, but truth is were only minuscule in the eyes of the biblical, of those who believe in projected smaller and bigger truths, they pit out our insides and replace untill the pit is full, its pitiful, they lie through there teeth, as they chew up bits of truth, they dont want us seeing, like how we can shift them, with real talent and desire, so they smokescreen there system Who am I to be me when everybody else is fakin? They got the game on lock and they havent even chained it, its smoke and mirrors but my soul and spirit, says im chosen, my reflection I kno is the clearest https://soundcloud/slickross/who-am-i
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 18:25:09 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015