Spher_19-38

wordz iz weapons n minez I speaKem deadly lyrical foolery, this tha Shit they speaK atcha eulogy, n lost souls is Usually tha ones walKin on tightropez n thin linez, soon to see, but itz too late wen they realize , walKin in circles wat it really feel liKe, tha wheelz Keep turnin, heavy as stone, my tongue spit steel liKe, noose around ya necK Flo real tight...