i usually dont talk about love.... cause most the time i rhyme hella high about drugs and how theyre fucking me up... too much is alot but still it isnt enough.i find new ways to adjust....cause theres a difference between...smart and dumb.being on the run....and running amok....fucking shit up and building shit tough.and they find you high as fuck clutching a gun....in all sincerity if your feeling me...your hearing me...clearly.... you must...sober or drunk... coherently comprehending the twist of the tongue...on sumpthin....second to second...second to one.... less....second from being second to none...less than a second....im not second guessing...im not guessing... guessing is dumb...messy as fuck...stressin off whats next....questioning love...blessing are just lessons...pay attention....because this is what gets you over the hump...stop flexing your gums...try keeping em shut...running your mouth might get you punked... fucked up.... dumped in the cut...lumped up and stuck...blood bubbling up your lung...like mudd puddles we get dirty as fuck...no filter because lifes struggles might double if your team aint huddlin up...like....now im prepared and im ready... tell me why i already cant remember forgetting where im heading...all of a sudden i remember the factor is the answer imbedded....no need for incentive....before or after....i didnt ask for opinions...since i didnt...i wont impliment i regret it...im too hardheaded to sweat it or let it stop my engine thats revving inside...cause this life only grows if you fed it what it takes to get breaded...if i said it i meant it...just like i intended...upto you to comprehend it...i dont expect you to pretend to respect or accept it...cause i know that its heavy...but dont get offended from the light that im shedding... gasing past you full tank of unleaded independant til im finished....dealing with it....whats really wit it