September 10th, 2024


 



force feeding punches onto bunches

my fate was intertwined

cuz i’ve been beaten with and without reason

by this fine sweet little asian called life


she is so sweet, filled with promise

like a fine wine

she stands out so bright and never loses her shine


but as i start to get older

and my heart starts getting colder

i feel her leaving like weight on my shoulder

feels like i got hit by a rolling boulder


cuz it feels like something’s missing

passion turned to aggression

and perception evolved

it feels like earth no longer revolves around the sun


i’m stuck in a limbo

cuz all i see is a bunch of fucking bimbos

tryna figure out where the wind blows

while staring through the lens of a window


blind faith in god whom we trust

a lack of faith leads your mind to combust

thrusting back and forth

while i question my worth, question my birth

question how the fuck did i end up on earth


reincarnation is the play

humanity is the circus

just a bunch of clowns

they deserve it


the precious mc, tj the don, the man with the seed

who stumbles upon greed

smokes his lil weed

while sippin the mead

i’ll fucking double cross you fools

like an assassin’s creed


who really want it but me?

killer mc throwing shots like a cure to disease


dissatisfaction when i pray on my knees

cuz i wanna fucking win

without anyone to please


spiritual wisdom handed down by the forefathers

trusted in me

spiritual warfare battle for your conscious

they spreading all the lies

to infect all our wellness

claiming it’s their promise

to make you feel secure


a foolish man turned cold

from a heart that was pure


you can find me where the party dies

it’s when i smoke weed where i start to feel alive


comfort is the enemy

a friend in disguise


look inside yourself

is where you’ll find the real prize



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