Cascading Dreams that Break at the Seams

You need the attention, I aim for correction never squeal when the pressure get real You fold under questions, I stand in reflection — I already see what you hide. Your shadow dont appear heres a mirror — now you can see the disguise, My kind never dies… Not to mention i’m that rapper who can craft a spectacular sentence then sever the sentence with an factual incredible stellar venacular vengeance. Your presence is fiction— you flex an illusion, i, expose every flawed inscription, when im spitting it’s like the air in the room be shiftin nights in the dark h turned fear to a weapon, I— you reach for reactions, I read your intentions, then move in a fraction of seconds. You hide in your image— I reflect every fear you suppress and the lies disguise in your sentence, — my fire inside has been derived since I was an infant living in environments w much less than desirable conditions — you lean on opinions, I stand on my own with no need for acceptance. The essence of me could easily flip your peoples perception, yes independence is once you ready and steadily want to confront your reflection,. Next in the lesson im givin is especially different im like a dope sick rapper virus Infected with rhythm— I write from a place where painis converted from hurtto driven ambition, given my mind No more blind repetition— i learned the lessons that conditioned the rise in my system. Try me, I’m different— my survival provided me w whats gotta be some kinda vintage ai style guided assistance. Timing precision— strike when itmatter, no chatter, just action thatll shatter your vision. No switching— I faced what was real, had to deal with it still ,i move withskill along wit a real reeeaaal strong dominant presence Run on with the sentencesentence— Each step is a lesson— I measure,whenever pressures prediminantly present— expressin all of the blessings and lessons, That i use to guide thecsubject of my newst song in a honest direction. No need for a mention— I move independent,, you lacking the depth of truth produced by my musical presence, Any doubt in my vision, I silence the system, align my position— Im wired for friction— sometimes i find my mind is listnin bc my biggest desires gettin inspired gettin a lil high and aquiring wisdom my mind is a binder where i write a remnder to keep refining my mission. My lines are transmissions, I write from a place where the pains igniting a space of divine ambition, guided by rhythm— climb through grime i know timing is slow but itd defining my mostvtrying condition. I listen— the silence is louder than noise when the voice from within begins applying conviction, I arise from the bottom and taight em how to find their convictikn. Wont hide in the distance— I faced my fears,embraced it, replaced it with a higher ascension My drive is persistent— the fire I carry was buried to die now u preparing to crycuz you scary cuz now my fireis here very alive with intention. Rnter my sentence— not in a cage but stayn aware of the weight and the shape of the mental dimension, Each breath is a weapon— I center my energy, so its set in the present it mirrors my growth and reflects hardest artist to never checkin in the dept of correction, Have some dark obsession No need for impressions— I move with a purpose, the work is the proof and the truth is all part of the essence, Hardest lesson was learning to use your heart as a wespon —thats why I feel it pressin in the depth of my chest when I’m tested, — @theannointed1