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Time Pulls The Trigger on your systems
It’s simply written
and very legible
The most profound things are inexpressible

There’s adaptation to be had

If you find yourself constantly breaking down brick walls their origin might be your own fault
No close calls involved in self-improvement

It’s all or nothing dawg
It’s either all or nothing
No bluffing

Stunting is a minuscule concern when you shrug off peer review
Making a profit is all games and rituals
Being a prophet is selflessness repaid with ridicule

“Defenders of the weak” peak before teaching any tool-use and wonder from hell why their lineage ain’t foolproof
Everyone’s smarter than the next dude
We got empathy books at the cookout sittin next to the neo-soul food

Sun Tzu by the Cole-slaw

If you find yourself constantly breaking down brick walls their origin might be your own fault
No close calls involved in self-improvement

It’s all or nothing dawg, you knew this
It’s either all or nothing
No bluffing

Tender, when I want to be
When anger turns to honey we’ll be eating sweet for centuries
But until then it’s back to therapy for my ass
Opening up is a decent way to make the time pass
I’m tryin to take my therapist to line-dancing class and maybe split a dime bag

Rest In Peace to the WindRose as we know it, May Your Winding Roads Guide Me Home when I’m drunk in a funk and alone
One more for the road
One more until the coffin close
One more til that’s all she wrote

I go all in with every word I pen
Determined to see life through a lens that fits my prescription and preferences addressed
No more bread-sandwiches when it’s time to spend
How do you save what money you have yet to make?
It could be any day that they come for the samples and save-states
Officers scour the place and all they find is a cum-stained mattress and an empty safe

My aliases invented me in their sleep and meanwhile all I ever get are night-terrors and pipedreams

I want to start a family as badly as I wanna rap
They said “now ain’t that a load of crap” but the prospect really has me on my back
I’ll circle back in 5 years when I save up some cash

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from i am my own dead​-​end (so step aside), released November 24, 2020

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