News flash same old shit ain’t changed they say countdown started dark ages cannot last forever if the chain is golden you almost feel free but if you truly see then does the fight seems vain? What’s left in my veins corrosive they want me dead but only I can kill what’s left and what’s left is just a few rounds I got in me punk feel lucky what you say feel brave? Courage of the cowards monkeys flying low walk me walk me on the row so slowly dangling keys of freedom in my face watch me watch me blow pressure cookers faulty we around 400 blows 300 soldiers but 200 hoes 100 keep it your talk is false I’m angry with myself I’ve left it affect my pace i know there is no sun when the fruit is hanging low fuck fate Rewriting history while signaling values devaluing the value itself grabbing grabbing running trying to make yours what other have dreamt what have other have sweat my brother my brother shut up the knives I have felt in my back it just adds to the collection homey what humanity means to you is different than what it’s left on me, these preachers are quacks man when they get near the pitch become black Cause they’re leaches of light damn

So much self congratulation for a Sunday morning.

So much of this “art” feels like marketing

I interrupt a whole lot (read too much). People think that I don’t pay attention and that I am rude. Truth is I keep thinking about the sentences i interrupt. Sometimes the curiosity lasts years. I shall never know, but could have known…

Doesn’t matter where I go, I’ll always be a foreigner.

Makes one feel right at home… “Foreigners? Yes please! But once they done doing the work they better gfo”

Uffa puffa ciuffa nuffa

If a 7 yo can understand that the more responsible he becomes the more freedom he gets…

The ostrich will die. And that’s a good thing.