I'm getting my pen hold up. My life had been a frenzy of fades. Plenty of waves. A spit in the face Down in dumps. Thumping the K. Shifting through grit to find the gold of my ways. No amount I can trade that change back in the days. My biggest fear is feeling my spirit decay. While this suit that I wear is full of shrapnel and tears. Keeping each other alive while we vibing along. Tears in my eyes blood on my palms. Trying to cut the right cord while we rocking a bomb.
What are you mourning this morning? Last night my plans got aborted / I had my bitch polish off my warship/ well skilled at extortion, bare feet on hot sand while the sunshine was scorching./until the moon light hit 12 hours later. It felt like God did me a favor/ the best exercise is labor, while the hammer sit by the naval/ reminding me that my next move could be fatal/ Every foot step is a chest is calculated/ caliber 22 took out his best dude
@@prod.byFrescobar Grazie mille, fratello mio. Col tempo, verrò a Milano e ci incontreremo lì, per registrare e ascoltare alcuni ritmi dal tuo ritmo. Perdonami. Sì, intendo il ritmo, non la sillaba.
