#rc24 Florida in the building adjust the clock analog check the catalog dialogue like a synagog lifted high on a bed with strong men trapped in my own mind like a playpen lyrix heavy like need some phen phen then again my words the big bend as I curb from alterior motives native to my environment light up the track like votive candles and start riots like the black movement I move like track lucid frequent frequencies turning radio stations jumped into hiphop shit like initiations keeping it 100 roll deep like bakers dozen I dip my wand into the water and paint the picture in the sky I ain't particularly fond of wandering eyes and bystanders dubbin my style like clones I'm in the stepping stones of reality so et phone home bitch galavanting on clouds the sky my canvas rambling rivers white water rafting this bumpy ride sometimes pride the only thing to clutch to until u touch down upon the dawn of a new day that's whywe gotta pray so Ill. give u the atlas like a vet I stand alone like a teachers pet sometimes I feel I haven't said what I wanted to say yet. cuz I'm on my high horse like a chess piece say it from the chest piece