Wiser Words Never Been Spoke

I Walk through the darkness all alone

Nobody's fault but my own

It's a life I shouldn't Have chose

I suppose A lone wolf's cries, Turned into a lifetime's worth of Woes

Whoah!

What do you know about wearin out T shirts with creases an folds?

Cheap clothes?

An addicts shoulders that bear the weights of Six kilos

Six inches away from the NBA, But They don't see you as An MVP

NO D.Rose!

Man I got Too many injuries, I Best let the shit go, Before it eats at my soul,

To each his own,

Edibles an weed smoke,

Its become evident, That Each Man has his very own path to Grow

Case in point My manufactured flow!, Writings with No Typos

My pen often strikes a slight pose, Possibilities unknown

A diamond in the ruff, Yet it aint enough, To be labeled as a blood stone,

Ayo, Picture Me as a king sitting atop My thrown, Eyes Low

A Deepness to My tone, NOT too many People May know

I Been layin low

Too Hype, Too High To NOT be Thinkin of myself as Gold,

Ma Look how I've Grown

From sinkin without a life boat, To Goin crazy in My white coat

To Spittin shit, That Us True Outsiders wanna quote "That's all She Wrote"

I know! I know!

Normally I wouldn't be able to buy myself a vote, Nope!

Too many vices!, The greatest voice of all time, via The Goat,

These Vitals stable Yet low

this comimg from an unstable man, barely able to keep himself Afloat

Too Many "Lows"

Not enough "Highs", Truer words, have never been Spoke

Why The outpouring of The Soul?

Cuz i once pondered How many rounds My Ruger Nine Could Hold

From doin lines of coke, To fillin out these lines, Im Ready to "Blow"!

Coaxed by My pen Strokes,

I suppose Im becoming just a Tiny bit More Uncloaked

CBD Isotopes to cope

I Been Walkin slow down a slippery Slope

I Been Holdin onto a Winners masterpiece, a Million Volts

Y'all are Probbaly shocked at the scope of my words, That's Probably needing to be microscoped

I'm on a whole nother type a spectrum Bro

It must be my Approach

My outstretched arms reach right across the Globe, Coast to coast I'll be known for taken the high road

You and I know I just killed this beat, By maestro,

Wanna get Paid! But i Ain't Lookin to get nickel and dimed Thou!