For a second i fell for a second time not sure if you could really tell but I've been through hell twice or more now and theres no way im going back down i dont know if youve felt the same ways but life has dealt me some shitty cards and when i shouldve folded i held and same thing the other way around it doesnt help i let my self get caught in addiction like i needed a prescription a bag something to cause distance because no one wants to deal with what this is forgetting all the rules i made to be great i got lost in the space between my brain and ears limbo silently floating there pensive on if this is the image i want to be seen as when realsing. I mean it..how can i be different if im doing the same shit youre doing saying the same shit youre spewing reusing the same bars like who really used it nah im about a whole different movement when youre truest to your self like the mirror is the mimic no camera no make up no gimic everything excepts for the kicks are in my budget limiy smile on my face taking the bus to work everyday and still known as the minute menace hear an instrument in an instant im skipping hop skotching listen my limits are undeniably unexistent spitting like a king cobra move over the sea gods here mind clear its time to fear my weird wired exotic sober mind got a vision of costa rica so i put it on coast to beat ya and then im ghost because i got places to be and most likely its just to eat but thats so much more important im snoring at most of these bars any more i swore id be a catagory 5 storm when i came into this war and nothing less would be tolerated or even recorded im swinging on clouds dropping bombs on clowns thats verbally and most verbs are my ally my circle of friends is so small its a straight line between me and the words i write oh and there my therapy and heres why i keep trying because fuck you if you dont believe i will be the next deemed to be in the hall of greats i know im a little late but first i had to intergrate my own way to take this to the gates im not afraid to call names so please dont be the first to claim that mistake I might flip everything you say twist your words into your grave defying all logic my brain works on a constant level of to much to take blowing away tranformers with a thought imagine what my words will do to your walls if there was a king there should be a crown so if i ring you in the first round dont be apalled am the kind of skickness know to cause slack jaw aim to be a wrapped star Thats a comet to rip this track apart