I can't get enough
Of this strong adrenaline rush
That sparks the fire
Of pen desires, every time it gets clutched
Pressure to relinquish
The massive foundation
Of this truth
Is more imperial than rapping in the booth
Look at what's written
The solid intervention
Sign seal deliver
With a promise of redemption
Reborn with intense scorn
From deep within the spirit
The soul speak so loud
We all have to hear it
Must say that I love all my dames
But since they don't love me back
Time to start the mind games
Love, respect, trust
It's all in the same
And I've been fortunate
To never see fortune or fame
Critically acclaimed but socially absurd
Awkward is a state of mind
That few have ever heard
So whatever clumsiness you see
Make sure it's just a blur
100% attention is what is preferred
When sitting in my class of spiritual aggression
If you want answers, then please ask the questions
I know you saying you not in the booth, but the way you ripped this drop sounded like you were. Your flow stays sick. Never stop poet, you've got something to say and many stories to be told. Keep killing them with that soul of yours.