Environment: life love instrumental Heavin dry, my mind weavin in and out of consciousness, how to keep sleeping soft wakin, shakin sound of teeth, but not blowing cold wind in my sweat soaked and his overpowerin / wheres the shower, man? I need to avoid this endless demons from within and keep creepin impedin .. in my mind his cross and you are short of words caught in my grind. like the wine in the bottle, I'm talking about excuses, but half of my verse occurs in a lie, notwise, but I'm driven by the unusual mystical visions, can not understand where I'm lookin witnessin for the future, knowing I will get collisions. The decisions to be smart or stupid. It is necessary to arrive Cruisin starter fluid, and Perusin. movin like druids gently flowing, with a language so recklessly that stagnance lashes and blows in the middle of the unhappy thoughts, you jump, press to talk to the rafters. This time you're done, you have given the captain mad passion. Mappin,the escape plan, our lives are at stake. You call me a break fake balls, but I will if you do not hear .. my position is just to rip script written that the cuts free from prison, that your livin in darkness without a penny. I am in all environments, such as amphibians, glistenin in my abilities, I will not let the world know how I would devour the foundations of my welcoming. i, are likely to be popular and it seems a strange guy. But when fear your thoughts would be a severe contusion...
Keywords: atmosphere, new england, connecticut, rhode island, hip hop, underground hip hop, lyricist, poetry
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