So just vibe to the ride I take you on through this lyrical exercise and cognitive enterprise. Ladies love yourself for more than your shape, face and thighs, don't be preoccupied with how to get guys, know the real you is what's between your eyes, if he ain't real enough to see that then girl don't waste your time. Fellas can we not only be concerned with the cheddar, let's not worry about another being better, let's listen to our inner voice and remember there is always a choice, it ain't about suits, bling, and whips, salaries, biceps or chicks; going above all that is the realest shit.
This is the mode for me now, I fly high so I won't come down, this is the vibe for the day, live it up before it goes away!
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What I'm doing is different than the prototypical, and it's abstract beyond the thoughts of literal, cynical, or minuscule. Sharing my thoughts and views, my eyes and sight, so naturally my rear view; which is now a clear view, true hue, free of blues, heavenly clues.
Who is this dude? The same one to talk of the holy and the fake ones, problems solved and ones we're still running from, the ticks and tacks, snakes and rats, the this and that, political campaigns and internal gains, media propaganda and the wise seeing through lies of santa, vices and fast lifes, beautiful bright days and cool, calm, dark nights. Can one have two sides to them, or, are the apparent really tones of the one?
Whose to say, and what's the truth? I strike with words and mental projections that are vast and wide in variety, if you read deep enough you can see the roots. What's the purpose... well shit, that's up to you. When I write it, I give it up, my words are now ours, what was his is now theirs, what's the use in knowledge if it ain't shared?
Who is this dude? The same one to talk of the holy and the fake ones, problems solved and ones we're still running from, the ticks and tacks, snakes and rats, the this and that, political campaigns and internal gains, media propaganda and the wise seeing through lies of santa, vices and fast lifes, beautiful bright days and cool, calm, dark nights. Can one have two sides to them, or, are the apparent really tones of the one?
Whose to say, and what's the truth? I strike with words and mental projections that are vast and wide in variety, if you read deep enough you can see the roots. What's the purpose... well shit, that's up to you. When I write it, I give it up, my words are now ours, what was his is now theirs, what's the use in knowledge if it ain't shared?
So just vibe to the ride I take you on through this lyrical exercise and cognitive enterprise. Ladies love yourself for more than your shape, face and thighs, don't be preoccupied with how to get guys, know the real you is what's between your eyes, if he ain't real enough to see that then girl don't waste your time. Fellas can we not only be concerned with the cheddar, let's not worry about another being better, let's listen to our inner voice and remember there is always a choice, it ain't about suits, bling, and whips, salaries, biceps or chicks; going above all that is the realest shit.
This is the mode for me now, I fly high so I won't come down, this is the vibe for the day, live it up before it goes away!
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| 15 yrs n countin ambitionz as a ridah |
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