Gotta write it out my mind i’ve had it sitting stagnant for quite some time come to press re-wind fuck that shit we’re taking it to the new world its mine, i’m giving it to you on a short of lyrical scrap paper report it’s scribbled in the floor, sons, children, daughters with realness, painted & it glistens never erase it your precision give it and go to show the world what this is another rap to escape the trap of the minds prison, you are your own temple best wishes, dream your vision pain...