just stuff

treckin down the street, thats were my feet are headed

red bull to my face hits me like unleaded

instrumental in my ear lyrics soon collected

into a form, thatll spread like the infected


i walk past a man begging for change

i say arent we all? more with the passing of days

he replys got somethin to spare, my pockets emptay

plastic card holds my fare, i was gonna give away


i go to my prison, were i make my living

fake smiles to those giving, paper for provisions

trying to keep a pro kinda vision, never missin

the good stuff through out the day while rippin


up a beat, a poem, expressin my head in

all its weirdness, writing out what i hold in

stop holding and let this be my regression of madness 

cause i swear i dont know what id do if i never had this


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Nice beat and flow, cool

Nice beat and flow, cool imagery! Liked this heaps! Hugss 

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