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I thought about doing a freestyle for today... but didn't.
Probably a good idea. The ones I'd done could use some euphemism.
The usual is it? Just write until my shoes are kicking.
Get through it stupid quick and maybe some new groove will stick in.

Been holed inside too long I feel it's growing on my body.
I'm in the usual stomp, I just want to get blues all off me.
Stamp my feet all down, trample till I bleed the ground,
Cramped up in my soul sometimes, maybe I'll let go my mind.

Viscous like a viscount eh? Visceral with discounts.
You listen if you want to listen don't think you're to this bound!
I'll go on regardless, I will merk this, I will harvest.
Make some mixtapes with what's surfaced in my digging season's armistice.

Not fighting with myself no mo' I just beat sense into me.
I beat off? Who's beat huh? The beats I get renew me.
Truly doing things these days I have resistance but I've stupered.
I'm moving through the hugest and the currents have no movement.

Yeah...

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I think I'm dying... slowly... as I'm living. Day by day. Time and time. They control me. They make me crave. Something greater eh?

Cyberdevil! larrynachos! Here goes... dope prose... uh-oh...

You know you've never seen a homeworld quite like this one!
Should really give this one a chance chance chance...
Been going from planet to planet as I roll through my existence!
But I never really danced danced danced...

Don't feel alive when I open up my eyes in the morning,
But when I think that I am doing right then I get right.
The melancholy strikes me late at night just without warning,
And then I grab my pad and pen and write... yah!

I want to jump off! Get off my lazy ass and just go!
Don't even close the door when I blow through! Just want to chase the road where it goes!
Leave like this ain't my place no more! Leave this bitch and go where I go
Where the wind blows me, and I'm so free, and I won't stop for no one!

You can't call me on my cellphone cause I never turn it on,
But maybe I should just throw it away way way...
I'd like to say today marks the day that I'm gonna,
Make everything I ever wanted great, but hey...

( That's not how it works here... that's not what I rep.
I'm a veteran I've been around these grounds... but I'm no vet.
I don't help anyone... I don't fix I don't make you heal.
I steal from you people, like this life, steals from me.

Someday if I'm given a crown... maybe then I can lead!
Someday when I finish something I'm proud of then I'm free.
Someday when I let dues be what I usually use as a shield.
A sword to strike the world down, this hubris to its knees! )

I'm sick of this world! I want to make it be what I feel!
Would be the right world to live in and all of us feel like it's really real!
People don't need to be so fatigued, don't need to cheat their way to their dreams!
Just need to breath and smile a while and greet all peeps that they meet.

If we don't have these insecurities, or the hoarding need, or the wars indeed
It all worries me, makes me sore and tense, I want to talk to friends but they're foreign.
Live normal lives while I'm deformed by rage, I'm the testament to those who storm the place
When all's said and done we've all scorn to face, from the zealots and from me...

But when there are Flat Earthers! Then you know that something's wrong.
How did we let that surface! If this world is just a prong?
It makes me a tad disappointed that there are people spending their rounds,
Stuck on the stupidest conspiracies, when we have fires to put down.

Check your facts boi! You want to be on the blacklist of the reals?
Let's talk about dreams now and ideals, and how the world would be in our heads.
No matter if it's flat or oval or pear-shaped - it don't matter much at all
We just build these walls between us and keep rolling our own balls.

( And that's not how it works here... that's not what I rep.
I'm a veteran I've been around these grounds... but I'm no vet.
I don't help anyone... I don't fix I don't make you heal.
I steal from you people, like this life, steals from me.

Someday if I'm given a crown... maybe then I can lead!
Someday when I finish something I'm proud of then I'm free.
Someday when I let dues be what I usually use as a shield.
A sword to strike the world down, this hubris... to its... knees... )

Yeah...

The environmentalists and their green screams? But only cowards go flee dreams.

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