another tale from the boom bap about a little boy that never thought to rap 32 going 33 with images he sees been plagued with a disease that brought him to his knees beggin pretty pretty please take it away with smoothness and ease nope not gonna happen decided to jump in the seas of trees e like a fucking trapeze, artist walking down that road that strays the farthest from comfort made a home with darkest harshest and hardest zone yep alone word to his momma, still yet to expose the growth from other worldy catapult that caused these stories to be told straight from the soul take a blast from the bowl hold it blown it out ya nose pick ya neighbors rose, give it to ya motha not a little demon hoe only girl that matters take it from a pro that taking many shots to the throat from said little hoes fuck going off the coast can't feel my toes back to the little boy he's on a vision quest for a shred of inner peace and joy nothing more nothing less ain't gonna find it in money and 4 wheel toy everyday mission to fill a void while jumping over haters like B Pitt at the start of Troy 32 years later little boy has found his voice keep a pen moving for the abstract showboating while promoting the steady bulldozing of his past let it go son you have conquered and surpassed set sail my friend for your future is infinite and vast no more setback or retracts use the sketchpad drawn by the empath ya time is now, alas