#cellared

gettin so cellared that my brain could hardly take it

aching with debates about where to find motivation

feeling stagnant but my imagination is still winning the races

poetic lifestyle, the opposite of racist, staying faceless while making a name they could taste quick.

well seasoned, and i never hate shit. never complacent, tryna take the team to the roof from the basement

like them based kids, im mad positive when i can be. not fuckin w/ no addy, im just glued to the ceiling from the plants g.

you know the how the game go. tryna break away from that same flow. 

volcanos erupting when i enter the discussion

givin these emcess concussions when i dust my mind off and bust in.

no battle raps, just herding cattle to the pasture.

starting to move faster but still caught in this disaster

called life. we're called to live right, but nobody is answerin the phone, or nobody's home.

or maybe they just turned their cell off so the swell could dissolve.

takin it back to previous times when the rhymes were more intertwined

with authenticity, i often miss the breeze. 

slipped through college with ease but now i feel this disease.

debt creepin around the corner dressed as uncle sam

the system failing all around us but we stick to plans.

i feel like there is so much more we dont know,

wishing i could sail the whole boat load to the garden where the hope grows.

or the park with all the benches painted

subconscious stayin tainted but at least we never fainted

never gave in to what the system was servin

diving deep into progressive thought, call it superb immersion.