SOLID FOUNDATION

theres a demon on my ceiling tyrna seal it no envelopes paper to stay a float niggas wanna hop on the boat no feelings attached to my words that's dead weight not tryna attract my fait they say early age no video tape or a camera fuck them monitoring monster dressed in black GMOs for snacks pitiful body yearning no nutrition earning a couple cents its blistering like mr and mrs Smith seperated dont have to elaborate it or breakdown this ain't trees nigga got this art pouring out me bosquaite the pain from time we lost make up in the present no need for presents non materialistic they dont read me like foreign words fuckin wit u subconsciously see the words deeply embedded deep down its subliminally a catastrophe the murder in me to get the job done they say we black distorted ignorant asf my comeback was murder it to infinte the BOOTH is were paint shit verbally the battle in the me keep ya head up keep pushin skata wit no place to stay stand on ya own 2 keep rock solid to pilot threw the concrete jungle ever day is a juggle literally food stamps to dirty rocks GLOCKS for insurance plans money make pants sag I meant sagittarius one love to homie love u fam outlaws tell we croak I remember getting bread in the old skool cloaks og word 4 coats they way I do shit n put It togetha is dope no pharphinila spitting making loaves one live keep it jove