wrappers

Tryna Rearrange figures but can’t change the background of tha canvas…

perception of some choke…

cant handle the task to come up with another atlas….

Riding to the planet wondering who can I trust…

they seem to duplicate our talk they wanna be us…

But this process to digg deep consistently is a must..

So this treble and intoxication is all I trust…

as i sip the dro and light the liquor….

On the way to a 30,000 difference…

Itinerary reads your mission…

Walkin with creative vigor

Tight security, she gave it to me wrapped & gifted…

But never seen the happiness of her trigger…

Suspicious amongst them killas…

So we question & kill em..

That’s usually the answer amongst my niggas..

PAC against the world as i listen for wisdom…

to conquer this relationship wit her…

hide away yo truth…

bury it away from the booth…

Or express em to youth..

So they can dance to the misery or the most relatable issues…

Cut that shit out nigga fugg yo emotions grab a issue…

Cuz they continuously tell us we the shit and misuse our consious.. 

Subject us to nonsense.. 

Fugg it I guess it’s cool?

Being used to cover the worlds Bullshit equations.. 

So we never solve em..  

But I digress i don’t problems… 

with these wrappers.. 

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