They say I spit too much that underground,

if money seeking that preaching get you the slumber sound,


they sleeping on ya,


them (*##$es sleeping withcha,

switchin positions and different women, the bigger picture


has yet to be developed,


perception is enveloped by the vision teller, the television and cerebellum, don't coincide,

a tarnished crown and a hoe to ride,


is what it took to get looks cuz books don't get notarized,


the cool kids thrive, them other ^!$$%s get polarized,

we hope to fly, and embrace the clouds, just to know the sky,


I know the sky, the stars dim and the lotus dies,


impotent emotions floating coping with knowing lies.

Damn yea I'm sorry I been preaching,


this "^!$$% ^!$$% ^!$$%" don't feed in to money seeking,


I rather be the rapture this rapper happens to be in,

a league of his own. A king not a clone. -TP