part 1 Written By: gyp gyp's bars got a real description, if ya listen'n, might even get the definition, add a beat, a hella flow and I get to spit'n son. too much to do and the more I do, the less I'm getn done, been looking for a lil bit a hope to set in the sun, fiinally found a constantly moving flow loosed to let run, I'm so in tune with this music that I've become the water in the Bruce Lee quote son, I worked so hard on rap'n that I've finally uncovered a unique note unsung,, from deep within his sou's slum, gyp's originally dope from, parts unknown and above, old skool rap'n soul truths, hoping to, refocus you, from parts unknown to most of you, cause most of you don't even know of truth, I'm just an old dude who walks these soleless shoes rap'n like a kid with sorta no clue, still gotta few dreams left to which my hopes are glued to a ton, whole lotta people got an eye on me and ima dude with a true voice writing like it's his destiny to prove a point for once, then prove'n the whole point's use is the fool's choice on no telln what's left to hold to, I've done had my fair share of the needle's dopemine abuse. in Gadsden Alabama all the walls, doors and the hills have eyes and your info too, cause all those eyes beholding you, was probably talking to the po po, when they spoke of you, probably even yo best friend on social news, then right side by side, thru the Mudd that life done drove me through, in my life it's everyday I hear lies spoken bolder than truth, then later on in life you find out the lies were closer to the truth, I'm a Lyrical Samurai with a two edged sword so bibically scriptured it's read by heros and troops, that a soldier hope 'd into proof, and a lil cough and a choke done gave my buzz a wholesome muse, I'm just a midnight owl tryn to avoid the sound of my name being spoken on da news, forced to succumb to the addictions of the drugs and the whole damn truth, and that also forced me to mingle with devil's and vampires with halo fangs that had even the angels (👼's ) so confused, bitten by all the pangs/pains of my growth even done broke a few bones open to bruise, ever so surely changing gyp, clever in my purities and each new look at my reflection only shows of myself being stoked dude, proud to be me and proud of me too, severed in my impurities I'm still so secure in my insecurities and that's where I'm not so proud to be me too. I'ma cheif enjoying this loud as I'm exhaling in vents to you in truth, I'm tickled pink and always in a pickle of thinks, there went spontaneous she thinks so suddenly and suddenly there goes her mood to groove, and I think I just might set me a tone to never again let go of my feelings for getn used, I've grown inside of truth spitn wise lessons like a spiritually risen veteran, done fought wars against the tickets scalping free rides into a industry of demons for enlistment. illuminatti's over the head of my innocence, my halo is dripping drops of sin under the grounds of my soul, , my iffy redemption faces resistance. my doubt is the questioning of me even being gifted, when I can never see me christined in visions of wisdom, The music written underground is the scriptures of truth imprisoned inside the artistic minds of us hip-hopers dedicated to living this shit. and I refuse to write bout anything I haven't lived, shit. That way, when I die, I'm truthfully gonna live eternally through my scripts, martyr of a lyrical urn to wit cause my writing is what's become of gyp. Eternity ends the moment it begins it's existence. And all hell burns forever, so which is quickest when time's concerning. if anything's determining, then it's the burning, from listening to all of the false discerning, leading folks down long ass roads with continuous wrong turnings, can't name one law to ever help ole gyp but I can name a few laws to burn and hurt me, I guess it's karma's honest call to curse me, or serve me, with sentence enlisting, a life in tymes of purging, irreversable's any time a life's serving, hardships dispersing the last urge to breed, im not even sure if im that hero to hold my last breath just for you to hurt me to breathe.... so don't get all worked up if I ain't try'n to be what you expect of me to learn to be, this is my life and I'm discerning me.....