from the south preaching lyrical spasms blowin linguistic skills so smooth comin up without clout Bass in the trunk you can hear from a block thats why i never take the same rout n a drought on the product never that thats considered a man down n i told you once before stand down you got my temperature rising awakin now my lyrics are tantalizing mesmerizing spellbinding I got dictionary status got your brain de minding inertwineing the linguistic skills of a madman and I'm still climbing I don't claim to know it all because I'm still finding that I can still hear the streets calling it's exciting don't exercise the demon it's the epitome of what's blinding Angels reaching for my hand im beside me they want to save my life if it's true come find me they live their life so blindly whatever happened to I for an eye it's so sadning makes you want to pick up a pencil and start writing ....or does that tell the story some happy some dying give me my wings I'm ready to start flying 🪽