better the devil you know than the devil you don’t
digest a vex till i fester
i confected this prose
susceptible to mess
temperatures pose threats in a sector i float
slept away days in the depths where i froze


unusual, screw loose
exude limitless views too
construe lucrative codes
all the roads lead to rome
a late bloomer
but once i bloom
i’m a beautiful rose
suitable dope for amusement
rooted in soul
at the peak, it’s bright like tulips
but grows with putrid results
pursue with gruesome aggression
meshed with a fusion of hope
therapeutic revolts,
therein lies illusions i probe
within the clues i’ve resolved
the muse i dissolved
within the proof i exposed


reminiscing, you never listen, but who could’ve?
better written a better sentiment glued to ya
ever wished that i ever distanced the truth to ya?
never getting, i’m always drifting
what’s truth to ya?

reminisce, all of my regrets i let go
accept what i’ve unfinished
the image was left exposed
reminisce, i reminisce & now i drift
when did this all go to shit, it never hit (x2)

expectations spread infectious auras, select attempts to collect desires predestined towards a, broader picture, an awful mixture of remnants like if death was a hoarder, resort to the horror that’s in store for the pecking order,

slept an hour, need a power nap
then took 50 mgs of addy all right down the hatch
klonopin to counteract
i’ve just been a clown, i act, and bitch i binge while i react to all the fucking doubts they had
nothing but a bounce in fact
hoe what’s your body count?
ain’t no counting back
you motherfuckers lame & still manage to be all out of whack mountains to climb, rhymes race with or without a track
so race is irrelevant, not white enough, not black, but i rap
i write enough to chase these dreams like pussy
here’s a mouse trap, a motion picture
motives simmer notes to soundtracks
in the background of my house
i stare in the mirror while my reflection shouts back,
"hows that"?


reminiscing, you never listen, but who could’ve?
better written a better sentiment glued to ya
ever wished that i ever distanced the truth to ya?
never getting, i’m always drifting
what’s truth to ya?


reminisce, all of my regrets i let go
accept what i’ve unfinished
the image was left exposed
reminisce, i reminisce & now i drift
when did this all go to shit, it never hit