life is always busy, t thinking there's some point you've got to prove, for the approval, amusement of but a few. forgetting about oneself, leave your soul out in the cold, feeling lost confused but mostly abandoned full of dust in a shelf, sitting stagnant full of magic that's waiting for only you to use it. Ain't it tragic all your Hope's and dreams lost in frozen horizons. Son of orieon supernatural spirit of a lion I can only beg and plead, that before you bleed out, lying dead on the floor, this bullshit agenda is real, I know it's been a long journey my dear mare, beg you to heal, take a break to restart reboot listen. simple mission day to day imma do just me, this shit is possible ,don't believe in impossible is the age old remedy. ini mini mini mo, keep the motherfuckers guessing what's your next move. King being I be that's all you have to know. only just trying to get by, trying to survive until the next day, shongololo millipede personally I am, ancestral family spiritual animal. slow I be but guaranteed in the end cross all my T's, dot all my I's. That's my only way. Don't got no time for mental enslavement, had my fair share of puns and metaphors, bullshit only leading one to more detours, doing nothing but making one take the long way around obstacles that only with a little focus would melt like cheese curls and popsicles in your mighty mouth. Son of the almighty, not even gravity itself can keep you down. Prance and dance yourselves, forward ever backward never and regain your true lost nature and form, just wait and appreciate what comes next, freedom in it's totality. Break free from the constraints ever holding you back. keep topping stats, this the only intergalactic mathematical wisdom. keep blazing them blunts and guaranteed higher than high is your only birth right and destiny.