im in my zone. honed. like looking thru a sniper scope. my fires dope. lyrically and with the shit i smoke. im traing to be the best in the universe. similar to gokus search to be the best no matter how bad it hurts. like when i fail or fuck up a verse. or catch mysrlf at my worst. I work thru the obstacles until success is attainable.i can describe a very paintable. picture. just listen and your imagination will get bigger, better, and stronger. till these negative constructs no longer put chinks in your armor. there was a time in my life when anxiety ruled. there was a time where i didnt speak up about my rhymes cuz i was afraid of being schooled. now i can still be schooled but i dont care that shit just gives me fuel. fills up the tank like bowls filled up with dank and you light up till the car stanks. i pfobably wont ever make bank off my music i just do it to not loose my headspace to truent thoughts that wander off and cause trouble. but my bubble. cant be burst. take em to church. for what its worth ive been ill since birth since a little baby my reality has always been a little crazy. but it doesnt phase matter of fact it embraces me it has changed me. now maybe i can finally finish this painting.