a little something like This something like that I throw them beats on so I can spit those raps and explain that my flow is my actual living soul this body is a prison that holds it within, the ryhmes are all love letters mailed out the prison walls. my imagination is gradually living big, but my physical reality is livin small and trying to get ahead is like being driven into a corner straight thru the wall the things I love in life are my life's heights but can be my Downfall due to false insight. I do what I want and what I want is what I like as long as there is no harm ivolved , I did nothing wrong, don't be alarmed I was all right anxiety pressure gotta nigga up all night but I can't trip because happiness is measured by the gift to wake up breathing bless others with the blessings you receiving