This is the cost, I’ll bleed on these tracks a flame in each valve of my heart exhale like exhaust might slip like I broke on frost whole drip make the whip feel washed a flash flood from the dense soil couldn’t stop my drive, shit my gear on 5 blood mixed with the ink is my pens oil first hit was rolled in foil now a days I just feel spoiled spend my days avoiding toil my back get rubbed in oil all my cake trunchbull each line pack a punch full 8 of your verses get ate like a lunchable and no stunts pulled I leave crowds shitting til their trunks full I’m talking IBS then they call my words shit that’s why I be stressed chillin with a seltzer only time I’m pressed i’ll let the path take me wherever I deem blessed you know It’s dangerous to sit on tracks gotta build some anger up before these hits make wax bout to find out that my shit don’t slack verse like a crash scene, I got something that you’re bound to react Big Tim Turmoil just the resin on his lips get you higher than some burnt oil the type of shit that have you laughing most, I macro dose or I’m more tightly wound than a turncoil sweet like chamoy, so howe’d these tracks get hard as chrome alloy sit back and just fanboy & listen while I hit each track like an asteroid

I went down to a gram from a pound in just a day, chronic I touch myself and read 50 shades of gray on it decaying phonics, unless he spitting, spraying sonnets, I got the bombest shit I may invade your bonnets Honest,The psychopath is mostly the calmest, I aint even got a conscious I promise These noxious crap rappers are novice after losses of prophets the sky’s grey only the end of August Left in solace, progressed an artist stuck in an office but the stresses needed a faucet And this hard work needed a profit another tired jerk choking my wallet another star broke trying to stop it even if it means swallowing vomit and spitting it back, the next snack pack issued a plaque trying to replicate this meal but nothing goes like my tracks hit so hard the whole front row backflips   feeling the sorest so Im looking for the five star florist,                    mary, the grey bent inscent from the cherry leaves my mind porous ,close my eyes and hear a fine chorus flows are like he read thesaurus, bored of all this and cronies flourish when they see the stoney tourist stacking bowls as hot as porridge, Leave you in last sad the score is ,one to none, leaving fappers in cum And rappers done, cappers probably run and grab for  their gun criminal minds, pushing the minimal dimes just trying to get by in this life with minimal fines these pigs are really fucking trying Killing and spying, they lying if they say they ain't pushing the line shushing and prying, waisting my time, put in a line to argue this ain'y kush in my primetime, sometimes I find Its like sign language leading the blind and shoot is default by design, It seems its killing time

I make bitches nervous and frantic they brush their hair in a panic I wear the finest shirts, you’d think that I was gay and hispanic cross the atlantic take a zombie outbreak expand it and I’d still be the illest on this whole planet damnit I’m nice still imma start this shit of sloppy first granted still I’m the gardener I watered the seed you face planted you can’t handle it, historic examples of making a mess cos my rhymes cause temporary IBS so quick to be sick, I make the crowd throw up make em suck my fucken dick wrapped in a fruit roll up while eating ass and reading poems in a rorschach mask but then I’d have to clear my cache wash my hands and laugh the only thing I just can’t seem to understand is how I’m so good at making pussy out of a giant fucking boney hand but this point I can sell my brand, and label it the grand gland and sell it out a windowless van but you know it’s lovers till the lust but don’t trust, bring your own condoms until the sin stopped these trojan horses got doors small as a pin drop your breathing baby daddy drama plan b can be an ill cop

I’m trying to be my own sage but I struggle with the new me, we’re not on the same page control your reaction to rage it’s hard to force yourself to grow when you’re trapped in a cage bish, job like like small bowl to gold fish that’s why I keep packing bowls or rolled swish and that’s why I keep slacking on my goals i’m a old bitch *crack* back and knees cracking bald head eye’s red at least the beats slapping the only thing we got in common he’s fucking up veggies I microwave the ramen but now we trying to be a shaman he gotta kill me first and leave the bad bad world behind him I’m trying to live like I’m goku only focus on my next challenge you jabronies focus on on your roku that’s one way to say I’m thinking bout myself (cos you’re the bad guy too) cos I’m the bad guy too but never drinking by myself he keep the vodka in the frieza in case the crown lost like vegeta a mans sins turn into a creature drank hate, the leacher til he spit out a demon that’s how he got himself to do the feature but now my third eye open seein like I’m Tien c*m on the chi chi and take off on that BM yeah bitch big balls stay dragon nimbus so thick my crew look like a train wagon so you could say I blow fat stacks but I grab my balls rap it off and just make it back unless the old me come shaking gats I guess I gotta be the one feed em to the…

We used to get fucked up every night you would only hear the booze talking eleven dollar handle of prestige, 211 and a PA system would get the crew flocking we were smoking green crack like what’s cbd? dude brought a keg cos the flyer said byob he let the tweaker give him head and she took out the teeth sheesh them zombie bitches gave me the hee bee geez testing drugs like we understood chemistry hoamies got hooked on that meth disguised as ecstasy puffed stress cos it was next to free looking like a brick pressed our papers broke on the stems and seeds passed to the left respectfully use it as a way to get to know who next to me chilled me out a bit too calm me down after people pressing me to bring me down my uncle said “some drugs is like sex to me” and you’d quit cold turkey if you had seen this dude said he never ran from police, just took the scenic route and he ain’t lie when he went and told his future wife “I aint leaving baby, Crystal will always be in my life” I used to get fucked up every single night pounding liquor malt til I get sick, can hardly talk, how am I gonna get home If I can even walk took a nap behind a car like my head was a tire block how the fuck am I not dead sidewalk slammers straight to the head I deal with this type of shit on the reg can’t remember how I made it to bed they drink faster where I from keep up with lil ole me we smoked cat hairs and crumbs all rolled up in our weed mixing vodka & squirt until my liver hurt find a clear spot in the desert, shiver in the dirt all slobs rocking stinky shirts no jobs, even there was we weren’t gonna work cos poverty and pain will make you feel boxed it seeking escape via toxins, anything to stay rocking my drunk friend handed me a pill, thought oxycotin, fucked up my stomach up, his bled, it was naproxen looking through cracks and seems to find crumbs of green mixed with spider legs and cat hair like a crack fiend getting a rush by any means gravity bong grated my throat like cheese shit aint punk if the tracks clean bitch I’m fucked up feel asleep in the driveway no chaser in my cup I fucked up friend took me on the highway I used to get fucked up every night I used to get fucked up every single night

we don’t need no education we don’t need no bullies in control we both had class with this monstrous bitch ms ****s she’d make us pack our homework up in thick piles my only buddy was this kid kyle a skin head who always got riled up because his kins wild we both had the anger since a child the shithead stamps been filed surprised they even kept us both around made me beg tail between my legs teacher said sick dogs need to be put down still she sniffed for blood like a hound hiss n “SHHHH” couldn’t make a sound feel like we got booked in the pound especially when my nose in the ground long summer we don’t need no education we don’t need no bullies in control seems like all my bad decisions made by proxy There’s nuances, we’re stuck to our roots like epoxy bad influences kids copy that’s why I knew Kyle would grow to be a nazi age 8 he learned about his uncles autopsy dad blamed it all on the blacks, and Kyle adopted quickly spent all of the stacks he got from oxy i’d meet him out in felony flats, he’d try to box me mom gone, grandparents pill addicts he gone wrong, at school he’d always be dramatic and act strong, quick to swinging was a bad habit everyday’s long getting fucked like a jack rabbit then there’s just little old me pissed off cause I didn’t get to eat before I sleep teacher bring me nothing but beef but still empty stomach thank god lunch free thank god I think I might freeze passed on warm showers & got eight months free I guess my mom paid bills like she loved me passed on a ring over government money still went to bed hungry that’s why it’s hard to act cool when the teacher steal from me wouldn’t even come if it weren’t for free lunch teacher picking on me empty stomach feel like three punch it made me think of who she’d see in me and if she got a school degree to wear kids out like jewelry teacher bully stay schooling me that’s why when I switched schools a’s & b’s were all new to to me like damn, all a sudden shit cool to me those good teachers inspired who I grew to be and bad teachers don’t retire they stay for the free money while your kids grow up to be dummies

have you ever heard of methemphetameine? In this consolidated ghetto, sedated fellow stay mellow white t bellow till it chrome yellow, he pray? hell no! and stack the crystal like a lego to sell he pack the pistol sent ya buddy to hell enraged by, point the barrel at the strange guy aim high vision blurred cos his brains fried trying to cope without a hope  loose ends get hog tied snitches get they’re knob pried  making moms cry couldn’t take a joke, unless you gave it in a laffy taffy broke and trashy, toked the fatty still he snappy n pissed off cos his life is crappy losing his mind tweaking trying to find happiness Im still tripping ego death my mind slipping am I living? shouldn’t a kept the bongs ripping I’m not kiddin I feel a few moments from collapse when the couch came and ask me to relax these vats stink its worth the living off this crap tweak my eyes pink wide open and i cant speak aint slept for weeks food and glass stack to ceilings from the sink a strained heart is what my friends think  kid trapped in delirious ways 20 bodies in a series of days funny hobbies like he pullin triggers at strays or bigger corpses then he shoveling graves or leave em dead in a cave for talking and if you near better keep walking and pray that motha fucka does’t start stalking the cop vans moving thru the streets in shade looming for a raid get popped man Im booming fuck a room invade

most days I don’t feel it I’m quick to defeat sometimes I can’t will it rather count sheep just two days to kill it shit that’s my week corporate ladders stay steep i’d just rather sleep some days I just kill it victory is sweet god damn i’m with it but these feeling’s all fleet my energy shifted in isolation i’m spacing talking shatter’s self esteem i’d just rather dream depression atrophy smoke session til I’m apathy I feel like dirt / that’s why I keep the grass on me getting tanked even tho nobody gassing me might still explode the lit kindle’s just the trash in me h h h how my thoughts the only one harassing when I dream I don’t think of days passing I think of old jay’s passed the old days was a blast we rolled enough grass to fill a cast I find myself dwelling on the past like how the hell this bowl get cashed? how the hell my old ass grow so fast? god only knows hope he don’t make me take my breath last I find myself dwelling on the past past the on dwelling myself find I times tough replays constantly mind my do thoughts those day the die I because cry I

are you sipping from the crap? with the couch backpack take a nap after that hit the sack she said I only show love if i’m trying to tap and only say it when I rap I spent the last five summers being bummer I tell myself its a fact the couch is now my spine this blanket is my body bag reminds me he left his brains out on a couch like that I came raining, I’m a grouch like that use to scavenge through food big ass empty pantry leftovers from the house rats and stay sleeping next to mouse traps come on you know I know all about that sometimes I feel like leaving now I know why daddy left he was gone he was dreaming now i’m cashing out the time he spent I could paint them like a demon If I aint feel exactly what they were feeling trying to pick yourself up only know how to put yourself down before I kiss the world goodbye Im gonna say this shout out to the ones who kept it light during the grayness iv’e been counting every single day since we last spoke and I know you can’t visit cos yo ass broke I think about the times in the back yard all day ripping from the glass toke I’m leaving harsh words in the past bro that was back when our riffing was mad fast we turned whole bag of desert trash into cash how else you think the young kids can pull a hey mister and get the funds to pay for 40’s or a gram of hash tv taught the shorties how to dine and dash tv taught sporty how to shake that ass but never taught how to relax family and friends stab backs still find it hard to follow tough acts sometimes I feel like leaving now I know why daddy left he was gone he was dreaming now i’m cashing out the time he spent I could paint them like a demon If I aint feel exactly what he was feeling

my mom was young with an older man said they went to Mexico and made love in the sand when she got pregnant and my life began he denied the time they spent, love he sent, and wouldn’t take her hand frustrated & only 16 everyday facing the consequence of his scheme her family worried, how a child raise a human being even Erik was only 23 and based on how he run and flee that’s really not the type of father she’d want me to see or even worse, the type of man she’d want me to be guess we’re cursed, I’m still learning from an absentee loved ones tried to relay the gravity that we were both in a position to be a casualty her older brother was just starting his family & if they took me in she could still visit me casually mom became aunt, aunt became mom uncle became dad, dad became gone never stayed in the same place for too long never stared at the same face for too long Can’t say I tried, still I hope you have a better life ah ah Can’t say I tried, still I hope you have a better life ah ah uncle dad the only father that I ever had brought me in you never plan things to go bad in fact plans reflect reality like a gold mirror looks pretty but that don’t mean clearer he worked hard to pay the rent and aunt mom would make sure each cent for groceries were wisely spent and made a home of every town that we went still I vent, some arguments are hard to circumvent we moved from city to city they called me new kid, quiet, or stupid all relationships were non committing initiating friendships never seemed fitting after every investment ending in me quiting each loss left the hole in my heart pitting {this shit too dense to dish in one sitting} so while I’m dealing with the abandonment that I’m feeling I find out uncle dad and aunt mom were splitting visits turned to every other weekend more motion and mixed feelings, all love’s fleeting I seen him cry and give himself a beating he wanted back, but it’s hard to look past his cheating understandable, there’s some things only time could handle she couldn’t embrace without thinking of the scandal on days alone she’d gravitate to the handle hardly provoked, uncle dad flying off at the handle no love lost we took in all that we could handle and the love that we felt was ample a tornado outside, this door let debris in but kids just want love, we were still happy to see him it was his weekend, he was late the first day of fall, I was eight knock at the door was my mom, aunt showed up crying wiping tears from her face shit, that’s just one of those memories you can’t erase do what I say, not what I do still I wish the best for you do what I say, not what I do still I wish the best for you my grandpa taught me how to tie nooses uncle dad taught me how to use it I guess info is only bad in context and whether or not you choose to abuse it see how I’m learning from an absintee? if I accept my influence, i’d be virtuous as I could be understand I can tech em how to live cause I been through it my dad taught me, uncle dad taught me how to deal with life at your lowest rig the world with explosives we were fields to the locust the stressed to neurosis liver to cirrhosis I know that I’ll try try to have a better life I know that I’ll try try to have a better life I can be your cold hand I can be your bad news bearer a bit early to be this old man too young for this type of terror da da