kicking my shoes off
rolling a spliff, part of an atom
up and at em', a gift
it is to exist, allow demonstrate
life in a vacuum, lore love and hate
a final mistake, is for one out of practice
mistakes lead to learning, the alphabet backwards
did you read the latter? Zero yelling xplained
now onto the former, the reason i came
Back from the dead, Fiascos' The Cool
Tales from the crypt, and maybe high-school
You go to Ridgemont? You acting real fast
My dude gonna crash, always mashing the gas
On the real he's got class, some stature and prose
Stuck in second gear with some asphalt to go
You already know, Yardy supposed
I come from a climate that leaves many froze
I come from a lion conducting a roar
I leave for some layers few freed to explore
I beat Naxaramis, I face Molten Core
Putting face to a name for a world at war
Ragnorok's hammer, the bounties are clutch
No hitch in a rush, still I paint with my brush
Hold signs like "free lunch" a dignified trooper
diagnosed with disease, please. I aint what ya used to
And even if you digest, every angel and all
Don't studder and stall when your heading the call
For every soul reading in perceptions hall
Head of the class, inner champion evolved
Conductors aim trains to the farthest of reaches
Ushers take aim at the wandering seatless
Fathers find folley as rather intrusive
I make use of many, all and any condusive
I shed forth my masks and the fabrics most frequent
And take like a bat towards the depth of the evening
Each purchase a path, may it be one worth leading
A moment entranced by the heart set on reading.
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