My life’s been like a movie classic. One that would receive major viewing traffic. One that would have people captivated while they sit. Their presence, I can feel it. I’mma about to make you trip. This song will be so lit. So sick. Primary motive. Writing. Presence in the moment. Know it. Focus. I’m shifting building blocks in your mind’s clocks. Altering your perception of thought. Unlock. All in CAPS LOCK. Nonstop. This song is on top. Top popped off while in talk. I am precise to the music taps. While I rap. Building flow stacks. Then I go back. Rerack. Know that. Caps back on. This is a rocket pack. Youre soaring. Gone. I feel doubt. Doubt that this music is dope. I feel so numb to it’s musical flows. Although I know my musical talent has grown. Everybody and I knows. It sounds robust in its musical tones. Energy moans. Divine is blown. Crafted with taste. Written with breaks. Breaks in talent, raised to higher stakes. Every line traced with grace. I get first place. With a 111 license plate. My creative traits. Revealed to myself, as now this is felt. Felt with love, making my heart melt. None of this would I sell, rather wear it on my belt. Or if I had a kelt. Every day I feel a certain way. It feels great every single day. My mind I have trained, to fully inject thoughts into my brain. I travel the light from a view in a plane. Spilling crops out from high up, this is insane. Perfectly placed grain. These ideas, you know where they come from. It come from on high, the power of the son. Providing harvest every single month. Fruit weigh a ton. Think my outfits coming undone. It’s all good though, it pays enough. Then some.