It's the final day and I must say!
This all went pretty well it went kinda my way...
The month really flew by and I've had no time for no games...
That I should've been testing! Nor had time for no resting!
Suppose I been stressing but it's less hectic than a blessing.
It's more like I'm on fire, still inspiration left in.
And I'm happy that I'm burning, even in this here recession.
I'm happy I'm still learning, mastering and progressing.
I'm happy I'm still earning, too! Day job's no joke though.
You don't have time for much but that stuff when you are woke
didn't think I would ever become such an Average Joe but there you go
Go to sleep one day next you wake it's kinda cold!
You're kinda old! You kinda need to stretch.
You kind of have a dandruff problem up on your head.
You want to get ahead but opt for comfortable instead.
Cone-formed tables got me going in circles! Need my meds.
I want to spit some sick shit. Rip some hieroglyphics.
Come out with the wisdom, with more bars than a prison.
Cuneiform or Akkadian, something from old religions!
Warming up like a piston! Unicode range a million!
You in a code, minions! You wouldn't know Hades!
If the flames burnt your feet off, you're in the Matrix!
My man, you might not see this red pill as a savior,
But choke on it a bit, don't spit, you'll thank me later.
Unless you're one of those who can't stomach.
The truth. Then you: no monarch.
Nomind November till it's go find
Your ember! The idea. You can't. Kill.
Rome wasn't built in a day, but brick by brick you lay.
Look at! What you have. Built.
All it took was time! you prevailed!
You're strong! You don't grow frail. If you don't. Take no. Slaves.
Only you can master. Yourself. It won't go faster.
Only you. Can you. Obey.
Can you, end this? Can of worms. Can of friendship.
The candle. That lights! My day.
It's No Mind November! There's no shine here ever! But I think.
I see! Shade.
And that means, Light is. Played.
Ignite us. Knight us! Name.
Yourself! Be brave.
Go find. Your way.
My time. Today.
But Nomind Novemeber don't mind! No time can kill a coalmine.
Real words, if heard, makes the real world, absurd.
That wasn't what I was going for, more like... behold the ore.
You can grow gold off the lowest holds. Go get your own.
I mean... dig till your fingers bleed but if of rings you're freed.
Then you won't peel your skin when you begin/proceed!
I mean if you can just stay in this league, you can reach the highest lows!
You can get a foothold in the spine of ghosts, you can climb till night is laden.
Bare before you. Blood moon playing on the prairie, feeling weary,
Werewolves howling like Bloody Mary but I'll spare thee...
I'll let thee go. Some wisdom takes a toll to know. Takes a step and woe.
Takes regret and old age; no adepts can go to these lands of cowardice.
Without the power of an hour's life.