yo did u ever have 1 of those dirty Mary crazy Larry days? white line fever days? all or nothing for all for nothing days? what if that was every morning you woke up? how longs it take a man to find it? in order to feel at peace within the war inside him? yo thoughts r boomin side this cage focal blur zoomed in. focused on the crowded room and flexing on its emptiness chillin wit my omens contemplating reset options in my new crew wit my old friends asking every why to our hows never trusting we could just go back to when the days would all just blend together in and out of broken skies and stolen forevers. forever? forever? forever evers? damn breathing my last wish passed existing point looking up at the ceiling drawing out the fan wit my hand as it's fluctuating on my new dreams. but then again momma always told me nothing's ever as it seems... Damn. that's when I realized that I had just woken up. and the clock had just struck half passed loneliness. and it takes a real one to admit the faults in his tears are killing his only witness to the perfect crime scheme conjoined in his twisted mind bout how the world would all be better if he could just get it together but if not together then pull out of forever before the tethers lace him down like the lace front top of the railroad tracks because then there's no going back. back to when it all began and this small child could barely fit the all of his hand inside the memory of distorted visions of perfect family and the psalms of a new age philosophy philosopically tearing him apart at the seams within the palm trees handswaying of a place to be. a place he could find to call home.