Snap Doomsday is not only a concept Its a construct to steer how every measle will conduct Away from DoomBap pawns run Pass the enemy lines to transform to deadly tide VERSE But that's that thing so... He wasn't another ordinary automatic gringo She often swore to carry border's blurry all the maps have mingled It must have been a point where he knew he had- just enough beside it was surprising as a overflowing grocery bag Realizing what he had and what would soon slip away from Wasn't a moment he thought "who wouldn't dip away from" That flippin' ray gun cocked against the days sun (And) fathom the smallest gesture can still ripple even the biggest waves some We have flawed and still jester VERSE What was the motive, he could never quite solidify The validity of his story was by all means pure stupidity Humidified; that guilty sweat as bitter as the pleasure of a filthy check All along the measure of her silky neck But destined-ations can't join us with revelations Reparations; many for The family in question Consider that we are governed by gravity and intention Then tension makes for attention like humanity's greater lessons As vanity's great oppression like a greater reset Takes the family out the home and encamps them in sets for questioning VERSE We might get and somehow we just might get it Get it better late than never just don't live it like this isn't Denial is a powerful alibi to swallow past allies can't follow him down that path to morrow Stranger than day one He wondered if he ever knew her at all straying so far away from any trace of a call She thought the same as it was he who instigated Admitting you Have weakness, (is) a basic step to education Basic steps to elevation Make the steps and elevate them Sell a Celebtation to the settlers waiting Wasting

VERSE Simple and plainly we gaining disfunction The mental is central to health Please no disruption Don't stay sick you be illin Running like dmc billin Centered and stealth >>In the mind of a good-natured villain With purpose, like good-natured killing Censor the self Stunned and in EMP Drizzling, DMT, is it? A center for sensory sensing of self For real, feel stolen realities real ties Feeble means friction Freeing the feeling of visions Stolen; reality's missing Reality is written In a casually taken breath Reeling from oxygen/carbon division Chemist's are taking the checks VERSE Respiration, common sense Desperation common scents Like restoration no common sense Reparations aren't condiments But they're holding their nose >>Like holding what you know Testing patient pompous-ness Knowing though, that egos will grow Like the evils below And the deals that flow in and out like a conduit Compass mess Unconscious mess uncon plus testable see beyond Uncom plus pressable Under and over the table On and off of the books Your accountant can count on that Your counting on counting an amount but that Is on account of your lack Number is knowing you won't know, exactly Until you, will you to will you, and note that your will will do Better than mildew Knowing eagles will fly His ethos is flap the wings The city where he from, no Dumm-dums don't con-front they can clap those things and catch yo bling, king VERSE Then your peoples see why people's hands are so hard If you do the duty, you'll know the jewels are jewelry Standard is scarred And someone somewhere is drooling covert and moody So in the movie no one can move he sober; unruly Leave you in the street face down like a kiss to the planet Eat the boot or the fist the root or the twist the fruit or the pit Nope the semi or the matic Legislation communist >>Communication obvious Filtered and white-washed like white washed; goofy yet prominently on the fence with lobbyists Blacklisted fights fought Cracked eye gathers only good when The light's on and the life's bought? Tongue-tied with a slight fork Light sought dark saw light One saw the source The other true flight y'all One saw the course ahead The one who was vital Is the one who's in cycles VERSE Blacklisted fights fought Cracked eye gathers only good wind The light's on and the life's bought Tongue-tied with a slight fork Light sought dark saw light One saw the source The other true flight y'all One saw the course ahead The one who was vital Is the one who's in cycles not one who They can change the story The world according to a bible Condescending while the bombs descending Co-defendants have a codependency Codes of ethics be old as centuries past Technology versus policy (endlessly shown a tendency) To serve purpose Diversion, devisive and cursed >>More silent than wars for serving cold Servants sold for a serving of virus The worse for the wear Unnerving and migrant Unearthing the pirates The pontious the pilots Casualties casually cold sacrificed For the other's quality of life Doom Direct ticket to the afterlife Bap Viral widgets keep the task just light The quantity of lies No control over rights Death-minded hypes Left-handed spite Right justified Though left side is closed Right side join left side Now let's try we suppose Bright lights owe round trips Next life Right-minded spit over like-minded bliss Life finds a fit even over-sized Eden over fries Easing in as slick as he can Bleeding over rice Reason over wins>> Peel off the over mask Teasing over ends Intent reigns over passive Invent rage To invoke hate over Intense days bring restless nights>> Yes pains sober Over Invested flights bring Breathless heights and he is over this Festive plight Restless sights Can we attest to the fact that Chest is tight Like cardiac arrest, one Cardi act is best One party less never hurt no body Experts know copies og's know shoddy Workwomanship and workmanship If you need another category work can slip Is it worth that trip? If your work's massive The victims made their own Graves... Mmm no! We've played the sold slave, stop it. It's okay to stop it,

USE? The wrongs are on all levels like government and opus waiting Even top brass know about focused hazing For blowing whistles and smoking guns they'll soak your funds then let you know that you can never hope to run Hope for rum and go for numb, an off grid shelter where the satellites can't tell em where you hope to run They build drones and troops That's why they have the scouts cloned like you, and even loaned at a fixed finance rate like truth Flush you out with a laser or sound waved weapon but you know the scoop Crowd control alone is proof Classify the methods they utilise to pacify like futile try That's an attempt to that gal or guy Who follows tinder like timber! GPS and sensors don't miss coordinates like Red December No its captured to the cloud and remember the data base is bigger than that man they call slender But that's a private matter and privates matter They pry and gather and expand well like private banter In general terms the general's terms are followed through though he's disconnected as wine to decanter Like diesel eventually burns out like an ember These weasels react and redact but can't remember We don't live in a wicked world We live with it. We give whippings to witnesses and get witless The in-crowd is endowed with encrypted clues and proof that the primordial stew isn't glue; it's you that knew but you so well-stuck Even the who is who is so well tucked That could point fingers at an inside mob Predicting 912 will be an outside job Over-Sit fast or understand slow As code transmits faster than undergrads grow the downside throbs of mods and disclosure (but) by then, the controversy's already over The conspiracy is already closer And heresy's already bolder than Sikhs who kiss cobras Greenhouse effect, the cause (is) already colder than Leaving a harp in the dark with a frozen band Bait and switch or you can label it displacement Cue the anonymous, the clues been encased in cement like Hoffa Haze like Hendrix Peanuts like Carter the witnesses in attendance Watergate or pizzagate take your pick External revenue services to take your grip Sign a secrecy clause and keep the secret of course tongue and lips zipped 20 and 18 the shift! Faith took your Facebook account And faked now your face time's offline Faking your count Since all of your apps are linked they can adapt to the way you think, drink, and lay your stink in amounts Play the king or queen if it fits ya There's only one slick rick the ruler And One Bundy and Finsta Open your eyes like Mr. P, seek To open your eyes, Like wide no mysteries See and open your eyes like Mr. P, seek To open your eyes, Like wide no mysteries See? Its a cold smack with an old hand and a gold glove in a new way with a new Days and a few weights to lose then as the truth stays Is your truth staged in a true place Where your crew stay and your roots lay When the roof blaze and the shoots braise It's a hot time for a Tuesday What are 2 days compared to a single loose night Order a double malt shaken neat like a noose, say! Booze plays an impaired role but it's Imperative to choose ways right? Right?! But the view sways Like absess and a toothache Pain steady unlike an address, absinthe, and a room mate Take 2, call the doc around noon tre Turns out there's fluoride in the water assume a Toxicity in top cities see too many levels of chemicals in the supply; (Michigan) Truth waits In the form of an airborne doomsday That rare form of blues eh? Lo jazz and no pass Don't hold your breath It flows past quicker than realizing that that model on the cover has no ass and no breasts; no less Just class and no stretch All catch and no depth That a sponsor or a pimp with a fish eye? Fashion you wouldn't dare wear even if it fit right Another minor detail to grow from Besides on many streets they know karate or they shogun Are you a black belt in karazy? He'd keep cool, calm, collected, and Calculated as JB Or lose a chunk out your side to a mad cop; bad cop Choking the hope out of our babies Stay safe and never know the intimate feel of the crime on the street Maybe hope for safety Don't cross fingers in crosshairs Take cover before you're rolled out face down like dough in bakeries

REVERSE We promised that they can't hold us back.. Ain't where you're from it's where you at ain't where you run from square to map Ain't where you're stunned its where you fact where your craft can prepare you dare to act Ain't where you fiction its where you find Ain't where you lay back walk the line Ain't a notion it's a concrete motion Solidified in time on this concrete ocean That spot between a hard place and a rock Is better than the center intersecting two opposing hot blocks Its a cold serving of struggle for your dinner or don't Where the winters are sold and the winners are not Beginners get got and o.g.'s are stocked up in the middle wide in the open and being watched like a potluck Get no attention, to split dough and mention With those who oppose every tiptoed intention Two steps ahead and one back to set your course steady At a pace impossible to be ready for anymore Any door might close tight right at anytime Like an absent thought unpaid without any mind Any shine is filtered, so really how many blind In the land of the blind king where he rules every eye Every sky seen at the end of the day's a bonus Though tomorrow isn't promised, we promise that they won't hold us---back Signs will tell you much if your mind ain't stuck Even the blind find their mind unbound with a profound refined sense of touch Ya heard he? Gold school like James was to worthy I keep new school true school two school aim is certain Instinct will bring another chapter and page to the story Your reactions and actions will bring pain or glory, Hallelujah inner roots will now manuever To fortify like 4 to 5, truth is the remover Of doubt no doubt can cloud the space or unit We doing it, doing it brace for full on movement In the blink of 3 eyes could be gone, life's illusive Time and change always remain the price is proven Rhyme and reason are by design so slice into it We can all get a piece of the pie the heights are useless No measurements for inner grind in inner-cities But no hesitance will keep you in line so get that evidence Ain't where you're from it's where you at ain't where you run from square to map Ain't where you're stunned its where you fact where your craft can prepare you dare to act Ain't where you fiction its where you find Ain't where you lay back walk the line Ain't a notion it's a concrete motion Solidified in time on this concrete ocean

Reverse by line... Written by Days REFRAIN ....or maybe not ....Maybe she waits ...whatever the case ....The maybe is not VERSE There's a confident strain that will remain in the reverb longer than the game and stronger than those three words But less lovely and if that's ugly then so be it Born with a mind freer even than the whole meaning And well, well-open to the possibilities Your strength lies in grace obviously not humility -->Killing me is he willing to be worthy of her question? She got his head, heart, his Jersey and his connection ->Lessons leap out at an all-time high Essence leaks slow Greenhouse eats all nine skies Now time-wise, wonder if he could've spent it better When you only taste the bitters you reconsider endeavors Thin ink, think, thinking, thanks, whats a thought When the blinking has now got in the way of the walk In stride they pray for his halt In tides of laying the chalk Inside relaying and displaying flavors of salt Open savor the eye like the sky pushed clouds away Pull the clouds and stay she took his heart Looks like art freshly endowed with spray The crowd was wowed and stayed Whats lost was sweat a wrecked set a mic check and the now is made and how it fades A hook might start Maybe REFRAIN ....or maybe not ....Maybe she waits ...whatever the case ....The maybe is not VERSE You may be on the other side of This uprise and buzz we ride up Like a mile worn down and tied up the caffeines worn off and slowed down And you aint sure just where it is, i and i would go now Which direction at what time and why where? Which intersection or intervention; which side there? Or here already equipped like your right arm The right care hit you for a bright start like tight jar Nobody wants to be around for the dark endings We spark tinder to keep torch when the mark's sending Around a blind corner leading off to who would know Grasping your trust and your wits and all of the tools of old And new ones used to climb summits in search of fools gold Cool is gold, too many stress over cold jewels Old news is new news left to cold views pay per With paper you could either lose or reuse it later REFRAIN ....or maybe not ....Maybe she waits ...whatever the case ....The maybe is not

And still, though, who can roll with the blows from a steel toe? They love hating they mans until the mana has made it Hate is now love and love knows how to be hated *Still she forgave him, enough nuff'! He fucked up He'll never change He just evolves like a valve And the weather change Now whether change Will get a better hold Will ever tip the scale Will make the lever roll It's an endeavor forged From what the never stores When in a clever mode He gets it better cold There ain't no better gold when everything is golden When everything is golden it might not seem we Stole it And when we deem it stolen That's when the seem is Swollen The active seem a-holdin' The pastures deemed for strolling You take a walk and while There is a salty pile of laundry Spread across the Deadened moss that all despise There is a long reprise and then you feel the shiver There is a strong reminder still trapped within your liver Enwrapped within the given Organs and veins we're given For passing reigns and rhythm Expressing pains with wisdom Excessive pains we're given Express the way we bidden When it all lies on the table We see the truth is winning VERSE REPRISE Hollow a glance how low the glance How slow the glands how Painful reputations credit advanced from repitition Guilt the filth we need to bleed to enhance the reminiscence By chance, Duke are you listening The stance that you are fittin' Isn't half of what you thought it be but last chance A last dance a wittle two-fold Problems are multiplied when you have malt to buy It's not the hot look That man is out of season The plan is sprout and sprinkle But Sam is out for wheezin' (His eye has lost that twinkle) Ths side we side is often fingered The signs of coffee linger The size of costly swinging Threw his ass off of the carousel Now he's lost and drinking The whole complexion changes when whole direction changes He's so direct and aimless No one detects he's famous VERSE If you leave a message after the tone has sounded We'll return your call after this Dose don't doubt it. Have a nice Days and INTRO *reverse

Written by Days The dead dont die they die twice The bread dont fried rice no fly life Stir it up dont let it burn When they turn it up Like when they turn up Turn off for the elite who couldn't stand to turn a buck Pressure like burners but burners cut short lives depending on which message you're sending the messengers sending an end to the target's blessings the margin presses like Kissinger's ending Cut short like a paragraph, life aint for summarizing Life is a summer rising and a summons inviting all When someone has eyed the ball And some has got none Some in the vibe ting Heavier than the axe of a viking Readier than the acts of a wise king Someone to summon a breath the sum of essence up to that point Up to that joint's ceiling where the elbow takes a 90 and you leave interrupted as noise, erupting the joy like skills disrupting the toys Patience and focus aligning The instructions was poise till emergency siren is firing Fight or flight ignited in the wiring Right or wrong no admiring Light or dark all is inspiring As we spin on like gears grinding Time is ticking, somewhere some sign is giving Meaning to the tide that's shifting Minds ain't with him Glide like high things Giving three much or not enough credit To hold down the block for the homes, the homies and those old settings So the seedlings who need things can breed a species Adapt Or stay trapped and bleed thru the ceilings And 2/3rds of a man isnt much more than the specimen of a germ Word to the fam the blessings are in the works The question is what's the motive? Intelligent design or something bigger In front of irreverent eyes Benevolence lies when the settlement's tied. As the settlement's size could never settle the skies Several tries You swear, it's like a punchline One take no punched line One taste no punch like The one bake you bricked This matrix shit is one way We'll get it Sunday, no worries no hurries.

LORDSS87 Kimchi b Bass bounce and a big beat Trace ounce of dope fresh Laser scope and a cold press Goal stress like smoke session No need, tax a tape, breaks hot heads with cold tension Bounce for the crowd the beat for the tempo The dope and the fresh for party people and essential The scope for the aim Days hits em at long range The cold press for thee J B in a long J Its a short ride to the far side When the bars slide and the Pitch flips over par five The marks hide run em Syntax The simps pimped quick like baby powder and a quicker pimps slap Hey my ninja is that Acapulco Gold that you hold? Let him hit that. Cue the smoke Cue is move when he peels an eight ball of coke Raise the bar but this raisin bar is better to be bounce-like The type of saloon where everybody sounds hyped No coca cola he lost two molars to that molasses And he'd rather be higher than in Atlantis At last it's a chance to Atlan this peas like beats get black eyes That's the jam that's the point That's the glam past the coin Ask the Goines, Mister will tell you Stay off the dope if you can It will inhale you Last word to all the fiends for beats Peep the receipts of this trio Making dreams decrease Made for the squeamish who like to eat Breaking dreams like breech Taking teams of chi Faking dreams of wheat fields Baking the seens to get a tight fit Steel shield or bunker The sweet reels of war Highlight when they put the guns down And b-boy instead of knife fights but son drowns Like seasonal depression and sundown somehow They break thru like the cake found; ital rundown Vital kungpao tofu and funyun Run one ton of music to bother you and your someone Did we succeed to clog up your junction Hey you can't mess with the hobos The hieroglyphics on the wall Say the cultures moving in slow-mo Knowledge moving at life speed Polish them like they sightsee Will they get in the van or stick with your fam?

BONUS Ah great. Another mask Another asterisk another asshole another asks Seen a koala? Bap Lives Matter.. Boom Another clash Naw, seen Another rap spit with a half a blip Another radar another Babar Another match is lit Another costume another play-garb Mask don't fit Nah mean? Another half a wit with something to dissect like a batch of Where's my Bike? That's that kick. No wait, ask the kid. He says, "Where's my life" Still married? That's that grip... No reply, Where's the beef? None, Where's my light, like pass the gift of merry leaf Better question, Where's the beer One for Doom another for The Other One And J-O please pass em here hand to fist By ones or twos, then another scud not a dud rolled love With hash that's fierce He steak hâché-d that pire Triple A but double A is good for recovery and pass GO then pass go Like as if Planet Asia met Rasco He stumbles in a hood for discovery Flames that grew like Ghost pepper infused tobasco Casserole made while the couch just cast a role He don't play casts to roll, his feet just fine And no need to act like the scene is timed Them that's not? Nope, same that's gold Check How The West was One, Smith's Wesson and a bottle of cash plus flow While laid in a pass and coach, yes spliff and a bad show Much rather hold a gift than grab snow Turn off the box turn off the orthodox Turn into a porpoise flock We can seven-ten split not a bad roll Seven-tenths spit lotta bag flows Seventh sense dips got six more when the bag low But the second sense is when you've reconnected Not Hasbro, stickabush Stick more to the last row He wishes, Wake up to a breakfast of last roach and dishes Glass roads are vicious but fragile as visions Stays agile no witnesses Last coach to Memphis Paris not Texas; fat flow essentialist Aint really about the flunkies The made or the mackerel, pushing or apt to pull Average Joe In a junkheap The bread or a casserole with no cushion to pass the goal average flow isn't funky The dread or the bongo hold on, stroll, cushion might have to go

Sorry complaining and moaning for the layperson Take a sip of hay and blow it all away cursing Is that for yay certain? Hope it's not; reconsider Some will stay suckers and now, suckers are bigger In numbers and bitter with purpose and pressed triggers Circuit, we best figure this out, we best fidget With this situation, live it, how you envision We wear many crowns of submission Admit it It's not how long, it's how long before you quit it? (x2) Selling a used round earth for a flat rate Not many interested in mortgaging on a bat cave Mass exodus get out this mother father Need a new lease on lies cause this life has your mother bothered Celebrating differences is no longer as fun as c.c. What we a-alike (is) dead as fatal belief and b.c. And you can stamp that letter high post if you need to but the champ drops weather like ghost Make it rain fuck. he prefers the summer Degrees are like steez, count the blind like baker's number Excuse the slang act like you Googled Marinate like a noodle but it seems there's extra sauce Sop up with a slice a bread He don't like the cops and like reserve Don't like the feds It's a jacked up system but we act persistent And still ain't start no revolution cause we so busy back-bitching Keep it quiet go through the motions without emotion Knowing you're holding what a card to a sleeve is Hard as a Pacqui chip guards up like Pacquiao Got him now? Yo LORDSS Right here... Give em all the karate flip That's it now, God, he is Doing better than how Cosby lives Odds be fixed so we keep an open eye for mids.

REVISE AND REVERSE Are we doomed to be? Hocus pocus on new jewelry Focused on foolery Open like you and he. But they got the key REFRAIN He told you.... Volatile but not. How's the head case? What is a molecule when it stops? Dead weight, like every breath placed Spread when it pops >Takes a catalyst to move and then drop A product of an environment to be useless like its retirement stock Are we doomed to be? Hocus pocus on new jewelry Focused on foolery Open like you and he. But they got the key REFRAIN Stop, they dont want to hear that All those fake they fear fact Stay Safe in their castles with a bullet and a gear pack But Days is spelling it out telling you now is the best moment to make, wait Destruction's selling you how To keep a system in place Call it build and destroy Either be a casualty or see the need to deploy Needing a ploy, they employ the faster plan Enslaved intention and attention Not the master's plan Hand to hand, is necessary for any hustle to thrive >More blind muscle than mind leads to dry cussing and dives >(You) gotta, get in to win it have conviction and follow thru >Solidify the subsidies >fill up what was the hollow you Are we doomed to be? Hocus pocus on new jewelry Focused on foolery Open like you and he. But they got the key REFRAIN Trying to cancel out the living dead walk And leave some substance like its Ted Talk Substance like a dread's law Everyone expects some sustenance like a Bread stall Sustenance and spread to keep the tougher one's ahead y'all We dont just suffer for the fun suckers for the funds We shuffle for the funds and take a buffer for the stunned When we stir in the truffles and the guns, Then we suffer under taste versus need and It gets rougher to become The tougher the situation (the) bigger the will to drive The bigger your will to drive, the better you will survive Consider your skills in stride and configure the ills of pride Its too rigorous just to roll and ridiculous just to ride Meticulous or you slide, its slippery on the sides We been slipping free on the side now we listen; "we on the side." Don't huddle down in the hive Double up when you stride Reaping it when you sew Not much subtlety in this life (but we've arrived)

Not here to talk about materialism We all know material isn't the road to empirical wisdom Spherical vision like he smoking through a turnabout That and Burning one like Burner with the burner out In a murder house you won't hear no word of mouth Sorry he's next door killing faith like he preferred the doubt Absurd in the connections like a jigsaw Pig's law keep you under pressure like a verb in mouth, naw, just draw No kiss met yet, not even success tested Inshallah like kismet when it is manifested He dont subscribe to disbelief Believe the world's wide when you are riding from beneath He's walking, talked the talk>> Each step is cheap rent Beef and text in the background like yall aint No real threat Cheap sweat, throw up your woo's like Keith Sweat Keep sense next to his scent Smell the deep vents It's deep, dense, and knock off your feet, wince Delete since culture cancelled him Rhythm roulette at a tape store uncovered him Under sit then overstand man He under-tipped But so are the rest of those emploied by a pole The smog when it rolls might be an island on fire or some other shit Keep that pointer finger on the button, dig? Mother's hip mothership another quiz When was the last time you knew your mother lives There's rubber in's and concrete outs when the cubert is Empty as 24 hours like Kiefer Sutherland Goodness gracious that kiff hit sudden man... As only sudden can (No plummeting allowed man!) No sinking we summit-ing No plummeting allowed

PART 2 (album version) D Herd immunity, as if it never existed In unity we'd miss it, too busy keeping the duty free TOO No sir, he'd rather be nine deep wise with that pine in his sinus; wide Sign-in wise D Yessir, he would rather be nice beat wise with a smart team pride that he charts refined; Simon sighs TOO They're taking away our culture and business We're breaking away from vultures and critics D But it sure as h-e-double hockey's tricks taking an awful toll on the loss we rent TOO The sauce we spent on investments they suggested Suggest that we're still congested D They must have known something before saying nothing It's always been a scam always been the plan TOO always been a hand in the soup playing buffers at a buffet of fools, the butts that they choose D to just fuck like a cue And the rougher they feud, more we suffer and stew TOO and get huffy with who We Ran laps with at school Slapboxing for some crappy juice D If trap isn't truth Then freedom is lying and Need for devices Exceeds what the price is TOO Evenings are lifeless like NSW NSFW and a coupled clue D Illustrate how to submit an opponent The art of grappling with this shit and to own it ALL A next level flip for the next several kids..

Written by Days *Reverse line by line The plush know downward from lift They cut ropes cowards stay sit Did the utmost drown in the riv? When trust broke out of the grip Discuss both how did you live? Adjust nose how are the ribs? He just broke out of the crib Punched his landlord dead in the face then kicked in his ribs Get out the way, hey, metro ain't safe All patrons ain't playing the saints The boss, black and blue but the cost wasn't worth it That Ass-hole knew that His fault was on purpose That's an example of over the line Appearance is not truth when gawk ing at lies What's fact what's fat? Was it the laugh that he gave when he smacked him up and then dashed thru the back? Off on a tangent depressions a cactus Hug your pains, they give a fuck bout your back flips; ( what's his name?) Only because is what the nitwit reasons Only to pause and get a grip with treason The phoniest flaws will keep a dipshit even The loneliest cause is just to split lips breathing Why settle for that when the kettle is black They keep saying it's blue, but the elephant shat There's a odor to the new world order but the new world's heavy, Without an order for a new world All in the flash and the ember Last thing you view before fading to black Evading the fact that erasing is crime Evasive with facts why're we chasing the lie? Basing the time and condition of the kill They'd space out the fine yet there's a mission to the bill To trace out a line like a missionary po- Sition, but we can only listen like we build And given that we, still fill, the moments that we grill next one to shoot some momentary ill Should expect a moment when the will will, Overcome opponents and the thrill still Stolen from, as in a coma when you lie Why? Holding onto moments and we try Fly but bonus isn't born and bonafied Fried; ozone disappearing from the sky high And you know....

VERSE He always seemed a follower never setting the tone Like laughing and losing wind sprints with Nina Simone Time is spent quicker than half-checks Life can be as deceptive as spandex in brand x Catalog like Catalan Catatonic catamaran gives host to A catastrophe without a catch as can Atrophied like a trophy to touch Value is immeasurable when proceeds Land so closely to the clutch You can make money or take money We break crummy Situations that sit around like take from me The Great runny nose leaves a trail But the gate suddenly closed Early shine for (the) late sun he posed Make sunny roads to pilot thru The violet hue of stylish feuds Without the violence they reign like childish clues So perplexing they cannot find a point To begin with they intended to not mind the coin The cost of Costco with no credit no card No yard is complete without a ghost levy the charge Invisible essence of a dirigible's lessons Float and don't sink too low; miserable message Visible blessings were never taken for granted Shaking the span and the spectrum, bracing for landing On land's end you fall flat chasing the candy Pacing the damaged racing for life gracing the sandy No hook, no rook moves without a bishop Without the bissap he would crowd around the doubt of lost keys Allowed the softy to cloud about like crowd to sauce be What a sauce heap after a second round of sevens get the croissant and the coffee Per the form performer performs daily like Focus and Defari Dialated like people's and open like the end of your frosty Open like the end of your floss heap But doubt is awfully tantalizing For the candid smiling who still hold whole mind as the standard filing We will hold shine like a can of lightning Standing knee-deep in a puddle smoking with one hand inviting Debit fit 16 bars ago, the only bar code we will know is in a great reset It was unlimited until a handful of men put they gimmicks in the hat without a care for the spin More like a spiral but we and out of control We have all bought into it and doubted our own Congratulations, whatever you did Made the difference, doubt it at home. Stiff upper lip for the kids..