I'm wondering how I call myself a man of the bible
When I'm pleading for death on arrival to my rivals
I can't even call myself reliable

Vision of a cat holding a rifle
Pointed straight at his X for leaving while his heart was pliable
Tired of being single and seeing that his old flames will never re-kindle

Pain gleams from his mental
Like the truth beams from my frindle
I'm confused my minds trying to reach an island but can't rest if it's being simple

Smoke fumes zoom from my cousin's room
The younger ones are sitting there unsure of the smell I $$#ume
They being selfish there momma taking care of more than ten kids not all hers but its been 2 years since Uncle Stanley went to the tomb

Cancer was his doom
She one-up to another husband but I promise you she ain't touching shrooms
I do it for those who's story start with lethal weapons and end in lethal injection

I'm tired of hearing them called hood-rats
When most are adolescents victims of natural selection
Steady kicking it just like tekken

But homies end up wasted
So they wonder where there cousins tech went
I'm venting my feelings

Bear with me and after that if you dont feel me you can split me
Trying to dodge rough situations unlike Whitney
You can say I ain't all that but don't question my dedication

Avery Nolan tried that in Cavalarro's class
Well welcome to mezmorization
Never moving with hesitation

I'm trying L.o.M.d and get up out this ba!@&(t
The dreams I'm chasing are farther than that
But if you move too fast you most likely will fall flat

These skills I'm honing
Got me writing late night like Conan
My little sister Keyarra said I'm too focused on growing

I'm gonna wake up one day and noticed I should've lived in the moments
Basically I'm too focused on these talents
To keep a balance on personal and what hurts the most she's right

But wrong because I'm most alive when I write
Watch the ink or graphite ignite
As I take flight into the heavens I'm not sure if I can make

Call the EMT's and the reverend next year watch out for the 16's every 1st and 15th
I heard about my homie lifting a sleeping chick's shirt and licking
Not true but leaves quick scenes

Since we're teens
How can judge my homie who I've known for years?
For something so out of character

Too out of his area
I guess I need some work to do on my concious mind
I guess there's no better way to start then some rhymes