Worse'n'All - Scope Sessions - Cryptoph
There's a chalkboard at my house.
It's right by my bed.
Make Art Now.
That's all it says.
I wrote one verse this week.
My toes hurt from driving.
I drove into Hertz
with a full tank and milage.
I gave them 87 not that high octane 92.
My brain's caught between my thoughts and what I ought to do.
Wild how life broadsides you,
realize time's inside and not behind you.
Mind state's "just focus on rhymes dude."
Signed an oath, tryina' smoke, kinda broke.
Pencil skills with mental illness
meant to spill essential realness.
Catch your feelings, stealing breath.
Leapt except the ceiling's wet.
Feet filled a dent and fell, no need for help....