My Epilogue Verse

Can't remember the first time I made the pen bleed,

looking back now and where I am now Twenty-Fifteen,

almost Sixteen, still spitting the same freaking thing,

on the same motherfucking bullshit equipment.

Motherfuckers trying to take my picture while my balls itching,

and the same motherfuckers got my head spinning, ears ringing,

but til my head stops thinking 'n my lungs stop breathing

mark my words cuz I promise ya this is a guarantee,

I'm never gonna stop palming my balls like a holster on my side,

so find the cops somebody or call like a poster for my crimes,

I told ya in my rhymes so hold on to ya mind

while looking at my rise from fucking Appian Drive.

So stare into my eyes and name the least devoted again

take nine shots of neighborhood grocery eye drops if you can't see this

This whole fucking time I was put down cuz I was not committed

but the fact I defined the lies in front ya eyes oblivious.

So no one can ever put me down again cuz I only come up

even better than what i once was realizing I was in a gold mine,

only shows that the fuck up you thought I was flip flopped to become

my one and only come back on you "so called successes" combined,

all my rights with my wrongs and everyone knows good always wins,

surfing the seas of the easy sails, no more blowing away in the wind.

But I can feel a storm coming, I can feel the tension strumming,

my head's throbbing the beat's pumping ontop of heavy bass drummin,

and they keep screaming karma, I'm backing into my corner like

"Come on!", I love a little irony in an epilogue bruh.