Bricks fade
Beige they seem
As I perambulate
Through this brickroad
Destination O
As I recollect my lungs
Dragging to N
Jumpstarting my drums
As the line
Seems distorced
Yet I still
Carry this Albatroz
Wrapped around my conscience
Down the curve
On the path
To Zion
We ride
To the State of Mind
Of uncertainty
Where sanity's evaluated
On the drop of a dime
I still stand
Moth Fuckas
At the gate
It now rains
Sharp darts
In question mark shapes
Quest is over
I'm at the finishline
Accomplished nothing
As the logo states Start
And I warm up to run again...
__________________
"Sipping flesh outta monkey's back
That
Who ain't straight no more
Met with the utopia that they could be the same thoughts
Yet my sin can't fuck with my saint
There they stand side by side with no arguments"
I don't know what da fuck yall know about this...
