Masta Debata $
Sitting here wide awake, Privy to the hidden agendas and with polarized vision, I dont have issues seeing through fakes. Been in the shoes of a Menace who has everything to prove and even more to lose. Freedom sounds like the place Id like my legacy to resonate. If it were so simple everyone would live in that picture perfect place. I ramble and give the best advice but can hardly take the same shape or manifest the world I view as ideal or $-A-F-E.. Life wreaking havoc, you start to transform into an object of chaos. Slow down Tyler, pump your brakes..vibes to keep the mind & thoughts captive is a worthy goal to attain. I lost my mind, my marbles. They roll to the sound of drums and bass..sound tracks that keep these nikes moving and memories to lock up in my cash filled safe$ ya wouldnt want to be caught with ya hands in the cookie jar. chocolate that isnt sweet.. not from one of grandmas recipe. Its formed by dark wizardry’s la chiva, a false remedy.. makes you forget sorrow but its like living in a bad dream. keeps you stuck, quick sand, in a panic, no smell of roses or a picnic at your favorite beach. Constant state of misery. A puppet to the evil ones plots and schemes..now dont be so quick to judge when you have a vice comprised of similar chemistry, disguised to devide and destroy hows that for imagery.
