Long Way of the 8th

And maybe I'm

too used to choose

'tween

One Lie and two truth.

I mean.

fraud bitches need to come clean,

Like, excuse me.

Pause.

I used to punch people like Bruce lee.

sauce and juice, and blue cheese

my daily menu,

this's nutritious

for doomed streets and hood dreams

me?

I've never met any bloods and crips

i used to know a few kids

who grew up like room trees,

quiet life

With no beefs and no spliffs,

And having no troubles with police and thug shit.

in a nutshell it's sucks shit and routine,

but to each his own,

So what about me?

I, for one, decided to rock chain and

Spray things,

But it seems, I trapped inside dreams

and can't spread wings.

and I don't really feel like wake up,

So Maybe I sleep,

If that's true

pinch me soft, sweet.

Grey of the hair, player's grey matter,

pray for the best, wait for the next day.

shit change. i can say,

Patience and prayers.

get deep

peel back the layers

Pictures and sketches,

really im just making

Glitch and the scratches,

Where it should not be,

Searching for a place,

where 8th might to stay.

I helped him escape,

from my inner jail.

he came a long way

from day one

to 8th.

But today all hail the seventh.