'Millions around me, brain stays astounded. yell but yu hear no response turn once and they're all gone. Hand dat nigga a cigarette but we tend to forget, lucid structures of memories past faded does not present a surface so we stay jaded. What we see is not always what is, and what can be will never be seen until the end.' - 'The lyricism has been custom fitted, rip it til the end then its good riddance. some call it poetic i just call it expressive, keep quiet while i write bars, im on my seventh. Where did all the good people go maybe its me whose lost down the rabbit hole.' -BrentGolden
