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, i know a lotta people but not many that i trust, and outta those i trust not many i would touch, they say i talk in circles but i write it line by line, and if i don't really know you i'ma lie and say i'm fine, and i spit rhymes hoping that someone who thinks like me, related to the emotions interlocked within the phyche, spit rhymes to catch chicks to catch hope, to catch that ear of the kid who says 'damn that shit is dope', not to mention i love the attention, went from hidin in the boxcars to drivin the engine, and i sit in the same chair under the same light, round the same time a night when i write, probably will for life, 25 and i ain't gettin any younger, living to survive can you spare a penny brother?, now in the name of all world wide rhyme sayers, i'ma drive pass? park and spray the soccer players, how many licks does it take to get to the center of your universe?, finally finalize the line by line of tryin to climb in between your minds thighs, self esteem watch it grow like mold, watch the loads it holds, as the soul unfolds, track my faith as i wade through a pack a day, have to wait call me back next saturday, pass the steak i'ma about to stick this vampire, touch the heart and lay the carcass on the campfire, burn baby burn and take your cents with ya, if the shoe don't fit ya remove it to lose the business, get the car started warm it up for the journey, wake up abuse and shake of the blues, and make stops to fill the tank stops to urinate, stops to meditate and let the thoughts resonate, stops to celebrate stops just for heavens sake, stops in an attempt to make the bad shit and get it straight, the ashma regualtes the breath control so thanks for the tapes, and eat your vegetables and yo i write it for me and if you like it that's love, and if you don't that's life cause life don't like slug, its the super unleaded imbedded within my head trips, kept it in check with the skeptics and the essense when it, festers infection fills with fluid, apply the pressure it burts to satisfy the thirst, 20/20 sight so i got no excuse my soul is broken lose from over use, tell me who can hold the noose while i make certain it fits me, judgement first impresstion naturally shifty, each one tried to teach one when it begun, struggling for freedom tryin to build a kingdom, now your sippin segrums tryin to fix a threesome, between you your girl and that freak with the nissan, wheels keep spinning accelerator sticks, so sugar up the coffee and celophane your dick, and lace the spliff and make sure that dosage is right, cause lifes a bitch and i'ma hold it tight,

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Artist: atmosphere