fuck

uncommon
other than the rest
speaking more than mind
something hidden in the chest

but put it to the test.
the race to be the best,
or the racre to restore the quest?

lost behind bars
we go harder than the rest
and locked behind steel bars
i am now common like the mess

unstable emotion- explotions of
this
pinch of loud weed; away i give life
a kiss

truely behind the sun, darkness
falls
my addictions closing in, quadratic draw of
the walls

only to crush my skull
and leave the truth that remains
revealing the love in my heart
and the poet in my brain

the true test to be the best:
is to be on top of time living in
rhyme
idle time in wrong hands leads to
the common blind.

i must live in color and in time.
life live once, and this one shall be mine.

circular evading ends.
confrontation.