rip it up freestyle

talk to my sad waling that leads to a desert dry./ wanting to breath in dark pain to hide the devils lies./ chapters of the old man burns his mouth to grind.../ soak your hands in the skill of vibe./ hold your mix./ toss or lip run a rap to make the world trip./ so maybe be enough if you had the goblins gifts the lyrics of myth and path that rises amusing amututre pitch./