my mind dribbles like basketballs like water falls do you get it y'all i had to pause for a cause it wasnt intentional the instrumental hit my mental constructtion im busting out rhymes faster than electricity conducting something smells funky oh what's that my assumption putting something that scrumptious on your plate a silver plater man thats hard to relate to but a stake do wonders its a miracle material goods would you rather have a stab in the dark youd rather ask my man of the sand for some pleasent dreams screen doors to block out unpleasent things evidently it seems that the struggle is real find out it was hard to dream a somber screen like a tower blowing up who remembers we were on the cusp of destruction when corruption reared in its ugly head and left 343 firefighters dead and you wonder why that number the same reason that we still cant discover covered up lips buttoned up tucked under the rug the lives of the dead sacrificed for only a couple of checks.