I see things differently.
Deep breaths... exhale in symmetry.
The gift is sweet...
Don’t hurt your teeth. It’s worth the listenin’.
My Pen gets angry when I don’t use the shit.
I’m usually wit...
musical geniuses.
Our only wish is to stream our existence... through waves on tapes or Discs.
I use to rock Discuss...
my throw back
is like 95’ Gold Packs.
Suede Huaraches, velco straps...
Now Homies is strapped.
I Adapt...
to the terrain.
Sheik a Brooklyn, Shaman beads.
The energy proceeds...
to bleed all you thieves.
Let the light purify. For death ain’t what it seems
is a reminder to live for all human beings.