Long Way of the 8th

And maybe I’m
Too used to choose
'tween
One Lie and two truth
I mean
Fraud bitches need to come clean
Like, excuse me
Pause
I used to punch people like Bruce lee
Sauce and juice, and blue cheese
My daily menu
This’s nutritious
For doomed streets and hood dreams
Me?
I’ve never met any bloods and crips
I used to know a few kids
Who grew up like room trees
Quiet life
With no beefs and no spliffs
And having no troubles with police and thug shit
In a nutshell it’s sucks shit and routine
But to each his own
So what about me?
I, for one, decided to rock chain and
Spray things
But it seems, I trapped inside dreams
And can’t spread wings
And I don’t really feel like wake up
So Maybe I sleep
If that’s true
Pinch me soft, sweet.
Grey of the hair, player’s grey matter
Pray for the best, wait for the next day
Shit change. i can say
Patience and prayers
Get deep
Peel back the layers
Pictures and sketches
Really im just making
Glitch and the scratches
Where it should not be
Searching for a place
Where 8th might to stay
I helped him escape
From my inner jail
He came a long way
From day one
To 8th
But today all hail the seventh