goofy ass kid thay ask me who is this thinks he can spit run a mile then i quit just too tired for the racing drugs they got me spacing out my mind and out the words i got no time for all my worries got to find the light for searching but the plugs not even working generate my own power serenade then i devour like a spider black wodow no avenger not a hero up a hundred from zero started in the pits of hell working hands and you can tell beastly prints so call me bell no time to think or sit and dwell on what ive not acomplished sign blood all on the dotted line i focus my alloted time on being me a dummy blind man got no play i got no plan start today try and stand on nine toes lost one in nam load click cock bam sabatoged by my own brain catalog like a magazine got a rhyme in my notebook make song but got no hook fishing line i got no hook wasting time so dont look into the past its useless man unless the distopias where youre from if so i need to see the proof a rope you tug to pull you to it in the mud it keeps you glued loosing fucks to give its true but work is how you free your shoes not talking jobs im talking effort to stop it put your best foot foreword baby steps to start a movement take a breath dont blindly shoot aid your aim with a red dot not candy morsels a dead shot something like a vaccine johnson johnson they dont want you to see just drop the topic