Ratiug
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I need a taste, I can almost face myself
Ther is a way, a never-ending pavement cast
Land on a date such a long, long way, way back
Which has a crave for the path that ends in black
I gotta fade another day, I can taste it, I can feel it
And you can have, you can have my face right now
Standing back from the lapse, children are what you are
Tim Gilbert weighs internally more than the scales say
Carries a weight such that no eyes see in air
Jean Nealy views from a place where time is flat
She sees a haze that could penetrate more black
She's gotta seize who sees and she wants to live in lightning
God, shrinking multiplicity you are
And you can have, you can have my fate right now
Another grave, another blank, children are what you are
Landscapes. come and pass my way, vision goes in a car
What you say, another day above you, you mostly are
And in the cradle, newborn babe is a bot in the war
Spreads it's wings, intervenes, human atop a star
Yo, yes, I be the man acting as if I ain't
This is something that I know could care less about what ya think
Not just speaking on the flow, more so on just how I think
Something you should maybe know
There for you you should not have to think
That's just the way to go, so I figure let it go, yo
Like this here just free style but my style ain't free though
I'm a take my best shot, patience it like a free throw
Throw that to score board, who's you rhyming hero?
None other then me, Lord, why we praising me for?
Because I be the God, so why must why even say more?
More money, the more problems, shit
I got mad problems I need mad money
Yo, yes, I be the man acting as if I ain't
This is something that I know could care less about what ya think
Not just speaking on the flow, more so on just how I think
Something you should maybe know
There for you you should not have to think
That's just the way to go, so I figure let it go, yo
Like this here just free style but my style ain't free though
I'm a take my best shot, patience it like a free throw
Throw that to score board, who's you rhyming hero?
None other then me, Lord, why we praising me for?
Because I be the God, so why must why even say more?
More money, the more problems, shit
I got mad problems I need mad money
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