poetic schemes in the mind,
sympathetic dreams in time,
what does this mean, to shine?
or does it just mean greatness?
cause lately in the head i can’t take it.
but to be honest i haven’t even shaken,
the dust off my shoulders,
been sittin around like a boulder, colder, than most,
as i try to coach,
mind over matter,
i’m really just sittin here gettin fatter,
not in the stomach,
but the thoughts in my brain i want to punish,
but now i release a great friend,
not one that will shy, but one that will never ever mistaken,
his past to his future,
cause in it he’ll look back and just think it was a blooper.
life isn’t a great thing, but the bumps and bruises will heal,
so never conceal,
and just sit up say “fuck Ya’LL who’s hatin!” then enjoy a nice mean meal