Espresso
• Written by Sol_Food
when I get
into a mental state
cant concentrate or relate
to the fakes in my face
gotta open up my stash
and I ain't talkin' cash
and I ain't talkin' pieces
well I am talkin' pieces
but not in the way that you first perceived this
I before E, except after C this
applies to everything
except what you see
expect you to be bliss
better this than a genius
but wait, what did we miss?
the plot
it got
off track
but now we're back
load up the chamber
release it, it hangs there
never go where yellow snow or clouds are
thats two bars too far
now you're peter-pan's bitch
laid off in a ditch
by a giant fart
that the unofficial mascot of florida ripped
|-HOOK-|
got you feelin' kinda taught
make ya rhetoric drag
make all the tense thoughts
and any ambition you had
slowly evaporate
like fog after daybreak
smog from a gray straight
pipe
no way to fight
no way to counter-act
or contradict
how can you defeat
an establishment?
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Sol_Food
Member since March 11 2017