Down & out

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Looking at the centre of the middle,
take a second by solving the outer riddles.
I learnt to lift the lever and enter the huddle,
Just a few homies and moi'
we meet up and than were down and out',
I'm pretty much knee deep with 50 degrees c.
we all up and around summertime heat,
But down below before that freezing wintertime shows.
People telling me to simmer down,
you know how it goes.
Heres a tip. A wiinner in my eyes
and never a loser
glows utmost like fireflies and so & so.
We all rowdy round here son.
Don't ask me why bro.
 
I could almost hear faded bass pounding,
And the vibration surrounding the room.
Fuck being speechless when evierywhere and
Everyone is cheery.
I make an attempt to come up with nothing still,
I guess I'm weary,
but In all honesty hearing a sonic boom,
go boom is all thrust from whatever goes on up above.
And if we all blow up with an atomic bomb.
I ain't hitting the floor, I'm reaching for the sky.
 
Imma Prepare myself till I find a chair, in a muggy room.
Than link up with my way of lucky shammrocks.
But fuck it Imma just take a seat
While listening to the insync beat, put it on repeat.
We all cheering while the toast Of an ice cold beer is
Fulfilling. "Clink."
 
We working with conserving the meet and greets.
While life strongly defines discreetful languages.
Such a powerful impact like I remember way back,
The town streets, me and a knapsack,
full of marijauna trees. never heard of mortality rates
with people in under their graves.
 
Early in the morning,
and im making three square meals
Two out of three are sandwishes.
No complaints,
I'm full of oxygen with the air that sourrounds me.
No chances to faint.
Sinner or saint I''ll take my chance
Open up the sheets of many loose leafs.
I'm mainly speaking for myself,
while they say your beefing.
Calling names like you small, little weakling.
How about take a peak up at the sky, dusk or dawn and
See what you seek out.
 
I try to keep stories on stories just nevermind bout'
These secretive lyrics.
Post em up, cause I dug them out''ve the ground.
Nearly needing rituals to forsake excorisms.
Polterguiests and all.
Rest In Peace.
 
Bless my soul I've been consealing
record players like their screeching
Or could it be my mechanical pencil.
Either way , To many questions,
without an absolute explaination.
It's hesitation, but been deciding
optomistical conclusions.
Sun rise to moonlights, I never quite got it.
The world's confusion has me binding in with it
With people saying
Sign here and initial there,
I got a signature flow.
What I'm saying, is either a waste of my time
or a pause in their time. Imma trace out my subtitles,
Make the most out of this
or them YouTube blogs
where they got their lyrics written in dedication.
my piece of paper is where I have mine memorized.
 
Remember In spirit,
why we live in poverty on top of new
and true prosperous futures.
Never had a chance to start geometry, my lost, cause
Of my insecurities.
This and that, than who, what when, where and how.
I like the sound of that
but my type of Poetry to me,
is the hype of every single one of my forbidden rhymes.
Hidden in the shades of any thing dark.
We outta the stratosphere,
where all my stratigies inside
make The space shuttle disappear In thin air.
Underline and define Whats theirs and Whats mine.
Plus a straight line through the treaty.
We only here for a little bit.
No short cuts or easy way outs,
 
Life trivia for the people whose earned their rights,
And faced the wrongs. When in doubt, be pround you
ran the gauntlet and cut strong ties.
Every shooting star burns out,
The way we making life turn out
untouchable, remarkable
 
Sender my condolences for a canairy that,
withstands in the rain during spring
To a crow standing out with the colours of autumn.
Those boundaries are accruing Monday through Friday.
More solemn than when ever but I still
I rose up instead of being unloyal
like my word storing a few syllables
 
fuck it if the songs dead and gone, I showed y'all how
To scope it out from a distance,
to extinct for resistants.
Man respect the posisitions of all the underage kids.
We living

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