Dozens claiming that they cousins crave for different faces, our kings and queens were the basics, Jack's and aces complicated races, your debating brought you contemplating, you a failure in deck of cards, regard scars detonating, a claim for space came from a question tasting, a value turned bittersweet by the reason treason made us trading places, so can I seek some power picture painting?, probably not cause when I stopped, I saw a drop in my communication, and so I'm fainting cause my cases traced a blank sensation, vogue seized, I'm not intrigued, from the grace evading.

Critical acclaim is the same as a child's game, never cross the line or force a rhyme, it scars their brain, rolling dice is the spice that can get you sliced, as you sacrifice the price, you can suffer twice, cause a fuss over trust when you're on the bus, brings a gust of unjustified dust that will make you lust, think of such from a simple touch that clutched the ground, and caused a pound in this town that was full of clowns, but the frowns killed the sound, still the jokes on you, gasping and breathing for a reason, nothing's coasting you through, homeboys get phone poised and they roasting you too, close to tasting suffocation and you choke turn blue, that's why it takes time to form fore you swarm up a crew, have lunch, brunch with the bunch don't punch in too soon, anyway you may pay never wait up a due, cause things change and acclaim never claims THE FEW.

One who strays pays the simplest phrase, that he lived his life decayed, estranged from taking center stage, a blurry haze seemed to save face, strange place, that's how the pain taste, lame waste, same race, his deed to save grace paved his case to embrace, the trace of a space, lies cased, eyes paced, for a wider mind of his kind in this time, free the course inclined, to remind binds to twine.

Numerous solutions, lost and now it's nothing, reality is stunning, abundance can be redundant, help me, my stomachs numbing, clutching something, the panics summoned, wasn't my, plan to get bands of stranded dozens from puzzling brands of hundreds, answers to questions that kept us stressing now a vague confession, comes from a lesson like I was even with the seas neglecting, this lands odd way erecting problems with its persecution, so lack of resolutions, means there's no solutions.

Blurry places, that's how we hurried cases, it's not pretend, want you to comprehend these gems and mend these worried faces, sips of thunderbird, I gripped it as I splurged, I saw the purge, but I heard, I'm reserved to swerve, to pits I cannot miss, diss bliss with every kiss, that's how we switched to a *****, pitched in every ditch, and so I hear you not, travel to my spot, but soon regret cause my jet left you to rot.

My nemesis is the emphasis of skepticism penning redemption, that's a sign they cause tension that's rarely mentioned, true intention is lessened, now confessions are twice self inflicted, we're not decisive, we're conflicted, poetry was goading me to blow a deed, breeds are mistaken, the Gangster's traces soon replaces basis, so they catch cases, can I face it when complacent, no I stare at the sun, Sin City hides pity, so I'm gritty for fun, now let the crisis add spices, take a slice and then shun, at the society though your notoriety is done.

The spice of enticing, the advising is a prize of violets, only the trueness past your eyelids can withstand the blinding, morphing my movements to stiffness my thickness soon disposes, if not a witness to origins, the rich in fortunes closes, my depiction of fiction is friction free from places, check for broad homeostasis when you are spontaneous, check my basis evading if cries and lies pervading, cause there's no need to advise if my deposits' faking.

Truly behold, I've captured beauty and soul, controlling cowardly streaks, connecting sour and sweet, steady sensation, my flavored "deadly" rotation eliminates competition, decisions slick with precision, proved efficient, confusion fuses deficient towards all the victims that spitting, my rhythms' wisdom depicts em, as, problems unsolved that can't evolve or breathe, so when they ******* with me, they stressing "please not me!", so activating my aspiration, to folks I say salutation, my rhymes are so captivating to be, the urban legend that came from heaven and pending to be attending conventions where cats attempting to flee.

The raise of concerns, I don't play my turn, grinning is thinning, spinning my insides, pressure is thick, would you pick this or slim pride, notice my stem died, I'm growing in the opposite direction where I am second to wrecking in oppression, guessing what rose from blessings, I'd probably say I earned, enough just to prove I'm tough, stuck in ******* off my turn, to me listen not, just write my plot was a flop, to you, keep it hot, cause if you stop, you will rot.

Freedom to travel, would let me unravel my pen and Scrabble, urban met suburban and rural had built my castle, grass and cattle fed me the basics, the road was gravel, and public transportation was hub of the city's hassle, suburban surely serving excursions to learn to dabble, how fun it was to witness the gripping, slipping and saddles, thanking GOD for all of my wisdom, prisms, and paddles, surfing, seeing surging and all the ******'s, I TRAVEL!

Although we did connect, I would always have a wreck, cause a lack of true respect towards the different ***, I'd inspect deeper in her eyes, moments I would compromise, but I still would never rise, letters hide, critical gems of this literal stem, did I consider to blend with them forming little mends, and not pretend, reason through reconcile brought defile to the child inside that was used to mortifying his needs of refining, taking heed to trying, I would fine she was mine, cause of time spent to grip her mind, so we shine!, gaining interest understanding without the commanding brought my standing to me handing her, MY TIME.

With all my morals and my dreams, I was redeemed demeaning madness, occupation living lavish, slashing slavish schemes of sadness, taste the badness of my cabbage, adding practice made me great, world is mine, the girls are fine, life feels sublime when you're not late, can I say I earned my pay though everyday can have it's way, I say yes cause the best never rest when we prey, though we suffer like the others, we don't buffer from the clutter, cause our mothers never raised us to be crazed and phase our brothers.

Perfect pictures of my sister with the symphony I give her, sense appreciation from her in the song that she delivers, saw my brother playing jazz in the past, now he flags, guess he came up with that observation, seeing how it drags, the stained broken glass misinterpreting it's surface when the purpose is determined it was searching in the curses of a hollow body sorrowed as he follows just to borrow, support from subordinate sources, courses forced tomorrow, so as I torch the pile of files defiled, know it's certain, that what you bring to light upon this Earth could close your curtain.