Torch the Porch Cipher 3 by Erudite

If I pour my heart out I wonder if I'll change

Liquified pain in the form of human rain

Four causes for conscious I can't afford the common sense

I'm need them comma's since I'm convinced by comments sent

You haven't seen any thing this close to COMMON since

He himself was slinging homonyms on rhythms and hymns

I'm on a whim snapping more bars then slim jim's

Back writing in class with Pin Pin-

Pad and a pen, then send them the message through text like it was pending

Penned in

Feeling kinda boxed, I don't like when it's silent I can feel they want to talk

All nice with a smile it's an awful lot

To fake the main point of the plot for those who are not

Even main characters giving you a Maine Caricature

Think they understand but you ain't really sure

Down by the hilly shore they got a Grocery store

But before we go we got to smoke some more

Aroma got me opening doors, metaphysically and not

He exquisite off the pot/ this is physics with my shots

Hitting every mark and they remark- that's sharp

Recommend you don't touch it- get clipped like a budget

Rap script get to kickin' the bucket if they approach the subject

Submit before the summit and the plummet commence

Coming back to hip-hop like a summons

Testimony of humming and street drumming

Against the muttering and speaks of nothing

They thought I finished/ I ain't even diminished-

Got so many bars you couldn't attach a sentence

Sorry bud, only get the trimmings

Dope rhythms will leave'em grinning

Smoke in vision but still winning

Hope I'm forgiven for all this sinning

It wasn't my intentions but it was my own invention

Creating the tension