is that really important

maan I see that my rhyme don't belong in this reality

aimin for somethin that's above me, as I reach

I don't realize what I tought was worth gold isn't really worth holdin

bashin with my fuckin arms, smoldering.

what is that there starting to mold? looks ancient old but ice cold

I want the warmth but I don't feel any goodnesss comin from it

 

I haven't slept for days I guess I lost touch with whats important

in short, that dude I spoke to got me on a different stroke

and that's how I think a true artist should influence with his words

cause the world I see revolving doesn't really involve me

and as a poet I should be a part of the installment

so that whoever reach out will come back reinsure me

these words are the realest once I ever wrote, and it started with pacs story