Who you think you is? Coming loud as sirens with the rhyming. Tattletaling to anyone that’ll buy it. Meanwhile I pump science. Bring me back to the back of class. On the PSP, teacher took it. Afterwards, we snook it. Shouts to Alex. And shouts to the samurai for the beats. Yeah I got the package. Downloaded. Rhymes, I transposed them. Out my brain to the page, ran over. Your character limited, rather drive the Rover than remain in the role you claimed. No promotion. To the ones who think we gang and all, the game is over. You lames, it’s closed for. My lane will only stay where my tires have stained. If I’m going out of bounds, just know a whole lot had to change. Still might explore, but to see more, rather do plane. Ya mystify things too much, complicating life. I mean, how hard is it to not be moving trife? Duty to be real and write any jewels or gems I can provide. Ima youngin, still got a lot to learn, a lot to try. 8/10/21 Gotta get a lot more done fore I die. Diamanté, I’ma shine either way. Who you think you is? I know who I am. Who you think “you” is? Cuz it’s been cold but we doing better. Remember grinding for some Louis sweaters; now I’m after 8/19/21 Spooky cheddar. Sever bars. Government cheese par when it came to some friends. Used to that government weed, par. Hit this presidential, we gon celebrate the ends. Made it out toxic environments, now we intoxicate our minds with the hen. 8/23/21 Never sold no big weight no, but I waited longer. Weighed the grams up, calmly when it came to coming up, mainly on Marley. 9/10/21 With the bars shit was on and off, maneuvering hardly. Ah jeez. Had to get back, click clack the pen, let off forty. Ha. A calm soldier. Steadily working towards angelic armies. 9/16/21 Knowing the bees and dees will get to swarming. Dwarves, they too short. Arms can’t box with the god. No you don’t want the starboard, port… 9/23/21 Ship you off north. Or, hit you with an oar. All kinds of weaponry. I’m on a legend’s spree, journey started back 'fore the LSD. 10/7/21

I see cops. I see boys in crews on the block. Many types of tools. Perusing for ops. Machetes in the pants. Ambulance - parading daily, hugging corners. Stick close to the curb. And when on the road, don’t rage, Or hug a coroner. Transition, conform to a - more comfortable portrait. My backyard, never that far… but would I travel to smack ya? Maybe. Remember waiting and waiting, found the prey, then sat around seething, Ready for scathing. Dig up a hole for you and your baby. The lonely orphan. Thank God for my bro’s and sis’s though. For sure, gotta thank the Mrs. 8/10/21 Thank God for such a live existence. To anybody who thought I switched, I never did. I just dipped quick. Had to get it. The guala, properly. Agua when I flow, sometimes be conversing so awkwardly. Still need all my commas and apostrophes. Dirty pots in the sink. Ziplocks, the toaster smell like popcorn. Butter knives with the stains. Now living in finer places. And back home, it got spacious. I ain’t gon lie, mom's doing her thing. Pops too. Draw a blank when thinking bout the good times. They ain’t last long but now I ash on, floors at the concerts. Convertible, compact with compartmentalizations. Quite the convert. Still in some converse will put a fool on stilts. Lyrically, I ball, see things differently, shift imageries. You’d imagine I fall, or would’ve fell. Au contraire. Aw you thought you could con, but I’m only cooked enough to appear rare. Dodging deer near the estate. Great - that’s how we feel. If you hate, that’s how you fear. Fill the void. Feel the noise. May wanna peel; still healing from the ploys. 8/19/21 8/24/21 Come on - we ain’t boys and girls no more. Though they play with different toys nowadays. Spray - the can still holding paint, they just make art with brain matter - dark gray. The days patterned stark, even in May. 9/4/21 Issa new era new era. Protect ya fitted. Snap back the 725. Little man got a plan, yeah yeah it’s do or die. (x2) Aye. 9/23/21

Another dream within the lovers’ theme. Another scheme to come up from under with things. Bugged out - Off the wood. My coverage exposed now. Sunny days, rainy nights. And vice versa. Many scenes. Shut the door now. Need more privacy. Need to unleash the words. From things I’ve observed to things I’ve really felt, I've been cursed. With this perspective of: good kid in the middle of dirt. seems it’s like working. But still they wanna test the person. Make me come out like a sexual preference. And let the stick fill every orifice. Reminds me of the whores I met, wondering if some of them still taking orders from chimps. Getting beaten down. Frown when I start to relent. Repent for past actions, wish I could redact sins. Still wish I re-acted more Like all those times I couldn’t hold the passion in. And for any of those who wasn’t with me in addition to physically, I never filled the magnum, I’m a fuck actor. Leave ya son a bastard. 'Cause I don’t got time to play. Or time to lose. I don’t got much else to prove. I don’t got time to play. I don’t got time to lose. I don’t got much else to prove. All I know is… This shit… Knocking like they letting off. I try at all costs to avoid the flashing lights and hype, So I’m moving type… private, on my “what is ya wit”, From where it get live. East coast, catch the creeps close. Lot of fakes I done met, out of state treat me better than home. Damn, still in the zone, on the tram. Done rolled up zones. With the choo choo the puff puff go, I don’t pass. I’m solo. Go in different modes. Please don’t let this be the last laugh though. I pass to shorty, I already know what’s going down. 8/9/21 8/14/21 On my side of town, things was calm but never cozy. Know I kept the knuckles rosy. Sending roses to ya lil shorties, just cause. Round here, somehow some way we would find the best bud. And some wild, on some days, those more involved would let off like 10 slugs, some sent at they buz. Damn. That’s love? What a theme, these dreams of thugging brings. A lovely scene, all earned from de-monic. Guess that’s earth too though. You gotta see beyond it. Enter streams of conscience, fuck bout the streams. Long as you feel me. Cuz I don’t got time to play. I don’t got time to lose. I don’t got much else to prove. Ya done seen what I do. You know the theme with how I move… I don’t got time to play. I don’t got time to lose. I don’t got much else to prove, no, no.