my tunes

man this beats thrifty damn i think im drifting just me out here existing but whos listening poeticly steering words to heavy for listening my speech so lifting printing lines that are fitting the gift to gift things gut wrenching i don't care whos listening because confusion creates no room to speak to goons placed the silence to soon i don't give no room to be confused all computers but none can compute no destinations so i freely commute till i come through to the confused who's stopping it theres no opt in it brick walls im hopping it open my mouth and theres no flop in it big picture theres no cropping it no bitch so theres no copping it no snitch so theres no cop in it i dance in my mind putting a trance to these lines that solid stance is mine enhance the nine no sense in crying were all out here dying trials only exist if your trying but i do till im done adding to the sum lyrically contagious to the nun 123 is 1 me myself and i for fun high noon tide moons i might fly soon tycoon no lie tunes like i tuned these lines put the knife through em