Random shit that i spit

so it's like my own words my own thoughts

sometimes...huh

 

i don't talk about success cause i haven't got that

there are some things on which i stacked at and

just got some crap on which i can rap flat

and keep track on crack so it can't be smashed like smack that...

i felt like a zombie walking in the crowd feeling alone mysterious bout

searching the route with some doubt browsed

raising hands to up high cloud

as matter of fact with lap relapse aloud...

 

so let's stand together don't wait for call for fame on wall

first enter the hall no one can stop you be sturdy its all

 

in rough times i wasn't ever rude it was just hurt ed attitude

things just got screwed as you viewed we weren't school cooled

and i don't care if anyone's having fucking problem with me

i shall be what i want to be without any how can he be...

literally don't want anyone's sympathy

cause i have my own infantry

recovery that crushes all antipathy instantly differently

the situation when you're feeling melancholy thinking malevolently...

 

so let's stand together don't wait for call for fame on wall

first enter the hall no one can stop you be sturdy its all

 

they never let me spit on the mic and said competition's tight

maybe they're quite right despite i fight to ignite the life's light

try to make everything alright but you had to choose between

king or pawn to have an end like rise or dawn...

i avow that there are some instances when you have chances to grab glad

but i totally messed that maybe baby it's luck bad or somethings stuck ed at

when you were with me then i haven't said that now at every moment

felt guilt and regret that but time passed everything left lad...

 

so let's stand together don't wait for call for fame on wall

first enter the hall no one can stop you be sturdy its all