my mind was in need of nurturing tired and worn down this ground shift in my stance a chance to turn it around when the body reeks havoc a speech of sheer madness could turn into a death trap so run past it I'm gunnin' runnin' for the door to exit a point in time whatever you call a stand still in a book of rhymes I call it life man you should choose the right plan I'll live a life span in front if mic stands so If I don't keep a level mind an unhealthy state of rhymes could lead to rebel lies to self off the shelf I wipe the dust from my mind's pages empty spaces I fill in with pencil drawn faces to document the different moods and occurrences they hint to me these pictures move where assurance lives so I draw the nourishment fruits of the purest **** and keep the styles up to date and keep moving it made a few trips through where the truth lives back to the roots an old dog learning old tricks new bits and pieces to fuel the heeling process I only hear the word of others void the lost message I take this sickness and turn it into sick **** I take this sickness and turn it into sick **** I take this sickness and turn it into sick **** I take my sickness and turn it into sick spit that ill **** I stay zoned locked up inside my koo koo's nest but never slip up when doing what I do best smooth rhythmically script writer speaking in code wizardry meaning a flow blizzard breeze winds in simplicity then transmit it over drums and bass lines spit it for a minute you get it it's too late I'm climbing up this ladder leaving behind what isn't needed I take a breather crank the speakers let the pen bleed it out over pages, blank sheets, the canvas is never out-dated I create what's passionate turning these, otherwise routine, thoughts that visualize painting pictures like tableaus on infinite skies chillin' on cloud nine while filling on proud wine a state of drunkenness pumpin' this with a loud mind I get inside the beat and rip it from the heart of it keeping the blood boiling through your veins like an arsonists I take this sickness and turn it into sick **** I take this sickness and turn it into sick **** I take this sickness and turn it into sick **** I take my sickness and turn it into sick spit that ill ****
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