Keaton said

Keaton said we were the ones born to be preachin to the mass that I try to be reachin with poetry 

Jokingly we flow with ease emotions put her on her knees she sees as she pleases  I'm ceasin the releasin of my soul to be teachin tryina fight this feelin to be dealin keepin this kid from squealin 

It was a freein feelin to be lovin accidentally put a bun in that oven from lovin we stuck in this cycle of emotional corruption every second was distraction from destruction randomly combustin still tryin to be trustin but my Lustin got me bustin 

wicked sin we picked it in she was on my whim even after I pinned it in. 

Our bodies can't pretend what realm we still livin in but this lesson I'm findin again about this lucid coma the dust thrust me in. 

From then I see things differnt I felt lifted off of something that God thrifted he switched it I couldn't predict it like C-dog I sicked it now I feel gifted never gunna miss it I put my fist to it

 bliss-ful-ness it was my miss-ter-s that got me on this diss-so-nence rediclous 

pretend it's this I've missed you sense 

Let me tell you miss,

I'm sorry. Again...

My dream isn't about a Ferrari that can't tell you I'm sorry. 

But by now you're too forelorne for me I thought I could flow with ease but this is anything but peace. Give me a peice of this peace please...

I will now release. 

Variant.

A variant of a demon baby well lately I've been conversing and soul searching to get that first spring in this versing we rehearsing 

Yet 

controversy killed his possibility bursting out labeled the worst thing

 all he is doing is conserving his ability to be returning

 home burning 

Stomachs churning 

Thoughts worsening 

But my mind is a sharp ring held in by a spring 

I'm learning  

Unlike bitches who can't speak their feelings 

Class B mistamenor roll downed the widow he smelt it so I pulled it out of my croch "dealt it"

 it was irreverent i was intelegent I was my own clique check it i flew under the radar couldn't compare stars.

   but  he wouldn't stop cryin for a brawl

 I told him come on we all live in the sprawl 

constantly in a crawl to this country we call a free for all. 

 

Tracing crazy

Lately baby I been tracing crazy just to stop this racing baby face me don't look lazy  look into my eyes and maybe you'll see the sky's erase me 

lady let your thighs take me maybe call me crazy a variant of a demon with rabbid rabies goblin babies like my heart won't phase me 

lock out love won't fade me and your heart shall take me....

Wait a second I thought we were makin reference to the distaste in this crescent of distrust and repentance. 

My past caught up with me teaching how thoughts can corrupt me but feel free to berate me my actions have demeaned your esteem 

I wish we were still in our dream. That's where I'm happy thoughts can't trap me so what's stoping me from wanting to live every moment there in your heart is what I bear

 this feeling is so fucking rare 

sorry if I get aggressive but my love is regressive. Like the time I shattered my windshield with my fist no cut on my wrist strength from love's bliss. 

I don't care if you return this your whole crew is society's worst miss you'll never again Caress my my soul while we rest. 

Chain.

The Lie of 1 man panhandled his way to be the lie of 10 friends who stopped worrying about 100's of God's sends. 

Slam.

I  shouted out with enough vigor and deliberation concentrating created complex cycles

 

selling scared severing brothers to be 

frustrated into a constant confuse of a rhetoric morals that conflict

 Every relic that the universe has offered, 

on going outliers that are often offering oscillating outcomes outside of our understanding 

Yet still Meant to be listened to. 

 Out-cast's distresses to the realm of forgotten flights to the capital of the restoring faith in life's, never to be challenged thrice

 Or even twice

 Of mice and men

Don't defend 

Your life is inevitable dream on focus on what you are feeling strong

 The difference is I won't let go

you will when you "grow up" and get mad at your kids for being complete  different cycles of history's testimonies. 

 I'm a part of it. I'm a Principal character and you gaze and construct your ideas to connect with the thoughts I project, saw as a suspect sense 10 told I was different ,

 I was only from Oregon and didn't grow in this clique it was very folly the way most volleyed me away feelin astray and out of play 

That day on it was a long reverberating part of me that was protested with the power of planed poverty and pill panicked  prescription pillaging professors. 

 I'm giving you hidden Meanings I've been seeing as of late. 

Just trust in my robust distrust for the common gust of willful Wind that can end someone's devotions and thought provoking emotions like how most of you look for love potions. 

Life it self is arrested development.

Verse 1

The possibility of possessing the prostitute in her is the flow of the corruptions automatic destruction 

 words slamin like the complete plan-in

motion

 reluctantly roll a smoke then dictate the traces of everyone's fake embraces.

 Basic bases makes fake faces with a hope for Gods attention.

 When life is just a test of detention from the ability to be where and when ever we combusted just like the star dust did 

 rid humanities bid on brutality 

 We are a trying breed that feeds a new level of thought to the cosmic rustic busted distrusted dead dream encrusted never corrupted power from the universe

tells us the question of who's communicating infuriating casing my inner belittled ties with what lies ahead from the eyes of silky spies. 

Verse 2

 I'm mostly conflicted with how much is actually predicted on  Delusional constitutional corruption forces its way to be trusted 

busted gears of how "rational" people feel steers the ignorance and blatant blaring  meer mortal fear. 

 Must be rich and diamond encrusted to be apart of the trusted  

 I guess that's the fake diplomatics and fighting tactics that enacts the last reason to react to being stabbed right in the back, sneak attacked. 

 They don't see me going too far. But trust me you will be forced to see the inner spring in the life of a dream scene crime fiend that can't find his own support beam. 

 To be ready to be in THEE raid for the rest of my ideas that were always busted but never trusted portrays the mistrusted destructive politicians of a pure phony displays of verbal relays 

 They reach to the mass population to be in every relationship and feeling that you might be dealin' with

like the first time he cheated on you be true too reuse your muse that's methodically masking you over and over again till you suck every influence of the dimes and friends you have to choose till then. 

 Started a rise of every single tie that may disarray the famous display of what we feel is real.

 All of me is an abstract feel it's too surreal. 

Here's the deal.

Concentrating on psudo fame 

Every frame you retained 

You delay the images relay 

The way you portray the obvious Barage of complete self Sabatoge 

I'm sorry I no longer feel

I was only ever trying to appeal to what "we" call real. 

Here's the deal, reality has a genuine abstract feel

All this mind altering helps us congeal to every soul that thinks they real.