My eyelides open up,
pupils swell and sinisus errupt,
to Much cocaine in the systeM equals no More sleep for us.
late night talks with hoMies seeking Mournfull reMarks,
when asking questions ,yet, that coke has left us silent for starts.
I grab a pen begin to note that numbing feeling in my throat,
cope with hate along with jealousy with verses I wrote.
I search for "liability"
to set my nose and consiouse free..
body cleansed along with voices witch could ring insanity.
your mad at me, girl please dont be, that sea is deep, i need salvation.
lost my talent 'inspiration"
due to lack of "motivation"
see when I reach that destination,
placid lands and open fields,
I'll stroll around with shoes,
not too concerned with shiny wheels.
so when the days muddy,
I 'll just think of something funny,
when no money or loving rings that those anarchistic hummings,
see the U.S.W."S with tunes,
burns a cat like open fumes,
SHIT I'll bring the hate of 20 million AZTEC attitudes!!!!!!!
so for those who's in the battle mood get fucked when I'm high
december avalanches always cause these verses to fly.
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