cant think cant breath painting with my brush with all these leaves got a gallon of thought got a bit of jet spray i prey for the day when this makes sense i try and write up my conscious a drippled thought, wrote up on, what little we got, we've broke from each little thought, please hold them its all we've got when we've lost the time I'm loosing track, its hard to speak and stay on rap when all you seek is laid on cash, you never had you cant afford, this broken world is hard to warm but here we are, we've done that too, i see the bergs drift by at noon how many years, until they're gone? this world has changed and so have my lungs, from hitting the bong I'm drifting by the line, hold my down my topics grow like a web of vines don't provoke, I have a conscious hold of every mind, I provoke all the contents of your inner mind, just grab a thicker vine, a hold this brush don't hold it back, just paint your mind we've got the paint, and life is only time
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