fitted truly, in this spirit, you can hear it, in the gust of the wind breeze wispers from the trees, never stumble up on your feet, or feel defeat, k.o. them like stinky feet, on a movement, like a push up push  up, in a pull up climb out the rut, bodies feel so clean. listerine, freshly written when this beat stays hitting on the note, not gunna joke yes I toke, indo, for sho though. ten toes down in the streets, looking for a message, all in the sounds and clues written on walls, through art on tunnels and train trucks, while I stayed in my kick push kick push, with pop in the shove it, wild and rugged, disrespective, not messin coming so aggressive, from all these dirty  traps, goes so long back human trafficked, I red tag it, big momma quota hoes, stick to me like a magnet, yes they wanna pin me for something, collated that evidence, didnt see I was the detective, in my agent preach teacher, mouth spills in thrills eating up words like meals, this beat tingles body chills, keeping it real,lil.wispers in my snow water chill, I'm a true rainbow RAMBO bear,, named ROOFIE, outchea big doggy no fear! never wanna grow up wont ever grow up,  blessed by fairy's sirens dark scary, growling, howling, living wild clearly in a day dream dreaming dream! LIL.WISPERS TRAINREKPROD.INC C.E.O. SHONAE D THACKER 4/17/2020