cold intro

intro for a tape imma put out soon.

 

Half past dead, half past lead in his pencil

half past fled, half past hell through instrumentals

half past being half past the fucking devil

half past tryna make a living off potential

 

its stressful, heres some music for your tears

heres some lucid loopy oozing beauty for your ears

heres to writing rap without a map for fucking years

and heres to finally finding out the diamond mine is here

 

yeeeeeagh

 

a toast for the veterans

a cocked glock locked off squared for remembrance

about to blast the past through the speakers of the present kid

abot to enter entrances intrance and then he exodus

 

damn did he really exit this

in it for a minute left some evidence of effortless

spit

shit

 

now they gone remember

tremble during storms miss the warmth in december

 

they ignored him in november

summer rolls by they gon cry for the embers