an inquiry into a madman's diary
Shakes the core of me
Riddled with doubt at whatever comes out of his mouth
The sinking ship , rendered just a mess
The treasure nestled rests , at the end of a quest , a couple years later , this nigga still in his bed , roach's crumbs barely seeing no bread , voices visions all in his head , don't wanna go outside
Don't wanna say hi , no socialize , besides , it's no room on the passenger side of my ride ,
Look me in my fuck ing eyes
You see what I seen then you know why I'm so quiet
my eyes widened,
Im bunkered in my silence
My radars peeping mileage , gaining , rocketing, whistling violins , piety pins for the kindred . I'm honored.

The center I'm swimming in it , I told you I'm gifted , millions on millions we winning, blood spilling out the pen uppercut a couple chins , splint to fix a rib or two the spliff it hit my surroundings , you and you . I'm wit the gang that's who I pass it to, the messages we wire through the presence at the holy pew , good libations the incense Palo Santo the greatness on my playlist . A million ways to say this , we not safe but we not taking it . The courage it take to enter the spaceship , the shit you holding onto is also fading , but we making this . But we making this .
Temporally maintaining hits, for a generation, or at least till you lose yo patience, I'm skating on thin ice , I'm Tom cruise motorbike , Introduce me to the coolest guy I fucking shoot him in his face , and take his place , top gun , the violence and hate that we perpetuate
nah son , dollars n cents tisk tisk we
out here off the dream and wish , the potentest piff , the shit they don't want you to get , and good music .