RAMA: It'll be worth it when I die to feed the flowers, I'll redistribute my proteins, these are temporary powers and I've always known it's in and out forever this existence is a palindrome, it all depends, the colors ain't so different through a broken lens, her hand around my neck, her lips dripping molten lead, in the end the whole of everything was bitter cold and dense, terraformed with dents, another awkward silence with closest friends, indeed there's never been much I can depend on, except for my dog. He BAD but he precious and soft, me and my tinder match fuck and the depression dissolves, the paradise was never lost cause we was never with God, Most pushing raw talent with no business sense, Five four time that's how grown niggas spit, five on pump four that's some broke nigga shit, they said the futures all chrome? Get some gold in this bitch, I'm sick of broke nigga shit miles cooke: support your local starving for attention artist seemed to speak heat like they alarmists fold when they see how they treat the martyrs been clawing for the opposite pursuing validation stole the oxygen smoke like it's by design 40 acres never tipped the iceberg doomsday had to be the finest and the farewell devoid of decoration sulk if you got them 'til the city lights dull in the process lets play it by the numbers oh my atheist god complex on one hand oh so little i've accomplished let my ego do the talking feel like wilford in a benz at art basel told my butler jeffery go and cop the artwork bring nothing to the table but bad posture the presentation mixed with something awful my ordinary really be astounding most these rappers be some hit dogs hollering nose growing longer than their chances odds getting rounded by the thousands so humbly, silence on deck if you fuck with me. worn from the worst neighbors namesake still in good company the stained glass saints seem lovely but yearn in vain for a luxury i'm wide eyed like i'm up jumps the boogie and the m.o. show no mercy mixed oil with the water on earth day