24/7 - (KayVz verse)

Rhyme is the Reason, it's like Rap is my Habit,

I gift with my presence - packed sack with Wrapped gifts.

like Santa got active in traffic,

My hip hops like Jacking a Rabbit,

On a Tramp with Elastic straps

for spring enhancement,

& I don't crash till I land it,

Eating rap like it's Carrots,

Even my mags 999.5 Caret,

Platinum this fine is managed in fat bricks,

so I buy six and make Fashion,

 

Touch drugs they fuck-you, no such love it's lust dude,

What is saying "Yes" meant you'd be molested by a meth heads,

then left next to dead in a wreckage, biggest regret is,

saying "Yes" when they pressured you into just a "taste",

of fake "heaven" that ate all the centres,

in your head which regulate pleasure,

now your either in bed with cold sweats - pain endless,

Restless till payday then your Reckless & spend it,

On meth instead of food, rent, electrics,

Not even a Shred of Lettuce for Breakfast,

left to beg with the rest, yes breadless,

no more self--respect, feel distressed,

with ya death wish, more than a lil depressed,

with where you've ended, but yet desperate,

to regress with the next Meth hit, Tempted while tested,

Stockholm Syndrome - obsessed with the temp gift to forget it,

you get when injected, & now you befriend your Oppressor,

then accept the pretences that your forever dependent,

and that meth is the only medic to let ya feel better,

repressed to the trenches - yet you remember,

when ya once again descend ta enter the depths,

etcetera, get the picture, or surrender your attempt to,

ever be a slender render of Bender,

let alone ascend ta the masterpiece you were meant ta,

okay that ends the ranting etcetera, but remember,

you only need to fuck up once but forever,

this is your treasure - using a pen to invent stuff,

or trying to enter veins with a bent, blunted septic

emptied EpiPen ta share injections and Tetanus,..

there I've said it, where's my merit xD