thinking (continues

feeling my grind,hitting my rhymes find the tjme to wine and dine the inner confines of my dark mind in our time weve seen a difference feelings that villify the ability i reside inside this sick mental shit isnt so simple crushing and rushing these bustaz with all the utencils to stencil there chalk lines feeling like they can jump until i make some frog leg stew knee cappin em dragging em out of thrre home pulling the chrome feeling them gone beyond all levels of whatever endeavors i sever severely im better and clearly making them pages of clarity through obscurity appear clearly in this dimension with all ive given for this game i feel like im going nuts or fucking insane peeling your back out of its containercMg contzin the thoughts j got