quickspit

waking up out this sleep...making my rounds in this dream...taking what I don't need...breaking it down so I'm free...no more loose ends...no new friends...no more lies and deciet...no more scemes....no more walking these streets....putting blisters on my feet...no more nights I don't eat...but don't think I won't reach for the heat if you cheat....you know what I mean...it's in my jeans to be blunt but discrete...still I stay upto speed functioning clean as can be...nothing comes cheap....might end up deceased fucking with me....trust me...there's no witnesses cause there's nothing to see....if you got love that's enough for a g....to make life's cycle complete....so I stay in the 1shadows...docked in the cuts... whenever I battle I'm chopping off nutts...when I up and skiddaddle....I'm running amok cause your pressing your luck...w..hat funk you'll get fucked up...nothing to us....touching you up....funny as fuck...your not humble enough....so I'm crumbling buds and rolling up blunts....don't call it a hunch...