with a pad & a pen
with a pad & a pen
with a pad & a pen with a pad & a pen

set a fox to keep the geese – pull up ur sox & breath inside a box for relieve to keep up with what the fuck is happening in the year of COVID 19 – at first I thought it was a dream cuz for the love of god most rappers suck in the present day rap scene – but then I woke up & realized that this was actually their mic routines –
fuck it I guess u reap what u sow – nothing in life is guaranteed not even the keys to our soul – plus not every seed planted is gonna grow – at least beyond a quick 15 and a whole shop to sell ur soul – most likely tho Im just getting old – & fail to connect cuz Im constantly bored on the whole – & feel too tired to dig myself out of this hole – I spend my days gettin' blazed & on the low – fantasizing about stages I used to own
stuck in the past I try to behave & move slow – till time takes me away
a flash in the pan that became a thunderstorm – has to struggle with the aftermath of life's subtle tones – as we kick the bottle back & watch the stars align to muffle notes – pull on heart strings for nothing more than a couple poems – that I recite each night before I buckle down on a more subtle flow – until she comes again & we celebrate Life till the morning lights glow –

with a - pad & a pen
with a - pad & a pen
with a - pad & a pen with a - pad & a pen

a champion of many kinds Imma Be alright tho – feeding the music in my mind is taking up so much time I might end up a sideshow – but the honest truth is I don't give a fine fuck about what u might know – I reside where the drunken fuck ups laugh even about their own kind so – I suggest u only open ur pie hole if u got something to share that's insightful – cuz I got about enough useless chatter on my mind to fill in as an afternoon talk show psycho – u took the long route around I jumped the dino – & post on top like “why no” – normally Imma nice guy but when it comes to this rap shit Imma be prideful – frightful & despiteful cuz theres too many wannabe rapper blind folk running around these streets posing bona-fide bullshit into mics & think it's all right tho – Imma show yawl how it's done right tho – celebrating life by walking a tightrope – cuz of all things I call my own thats the one I treat mindful –

with a - pad & a pen
with a - pad & a pen
with a - pad & a pen with a - pad & a pen