[Intro]
Uh, I know exactly what this one is like
It's tight, inexplicable, uh
[Verse]
This is like them photos
This is like the photo where the figure hardly notice, the solo
So frozen, time the Southern poles glow, nowhere
Memory done shook 'em like a snow globe
Corpse, we shut a door closed
Four feet, a few souls, a couple under tombstones
Death is not a mystery to skip, repeat, or choose slow, you know
Necklace made of bones and worn by brute hoes
Deathly shadow scorn to cast a new robe, the clue shown
Cruisin' through this life, rebuke my few hopes in due time
Question marks would often end in new lines, true crime
Copper made a nickel blemish two times, two dimes, two times two
Held his grasp and caught a look and claimed that you mine
Told me, "Mind your business, nigga"
In a finer print, his image tryna find your image
Redefine this grimace, we collide in vicious light
Ain't no telling if this is right
The pen will weigh a ton, spirits playin' with my sister life, I raise a sword
I am not defined by who I'm living for
The crux is where the embers glow and spark the mysticism's source
Sorting through this existential war
Scorper cut the deepest lines up in the board
Chisel getting worn
Sharpness of the tool will get this riddle born
Visions of my riddance, had to grip the horn, I'm holding on
It's a choice, you gotta choose, troubles in this empty world
I travel through the catacombs
The universal boulevard, meteors and massive shards of glass
My body half as large
The mask of doom with battle scars and on my arms
It was always in the cards
Dealing with this trauma, I would self-harm
Calling out for mama, there I met God
Nothing really mine, everything is ours
Nothing is infinity, every single star
Shatters at a point, creation of it all
The meaning of my joints, the mystery of loss
The world gon' turn as ciggies get tossed
In the wind
With everything I put out, I keep a little in
At every single cookout, the smiling of your kin
At every single lookout, the sky is the largest
With everything I took out, I pray I don't harden
Get ready for the harvest
Caught between the bullet and the target
It's Navy Blue the marksman
Can't call it
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