Back to Living

I take it back.

There's no god or devil to back these bars.

It's odd the levels I attacked when I collapse these stars and trackback to Mars.

Give back the cigars, crack the jars and let the rap impact like scars.

My celebration lacked ta-das.

My elevation jacked the craft, hacked the past, I fell and cracked the path.

Life intact.

The last dispatch from the brass I mask.