Optimism, about the faith of the people that have accepted of the mission of improbable,
to become some particle,
perged by the discouage of suffering, anger, hate, religions and war,
Its tought to explain, debate, or even explore,
but I die straight to the core,
An implosion of intrespect so quiet it can deafen you,
yet he can breath into the sins lounges into the most tempered thug,
Tis a bull that has been thorugh the mud with a point of the head of a heavy weight,
from the cold detail of the hot graphite reality of the butcher trap.
to the grand Negro's flights of fancy from the astract mind of a hip hop super nerd,
as long as the truth is heard,
The truth must be spoken, my youth has been smokin and drinkin, drinkin and smokin,
a life like that may seem dream-like,
but rarely are things what the seem like,
we aint tight unless yall tight,
might bless me and all types,
the goal is for all thrones to be sat upon by ture Kings
All pretenders must fall into the fathoms of they own character flaws,
But as long as we attempt to tell ourselves, we are not yet free
