I was going to post this in a cipher thread, however I would like some feedback. Not really sure where this should go or where I was going with it as you will see, hence the title 'unknown intentions'. Kinda also the theme of my life right now anyways here it is.
..skatin' all day now I'm ready to lay down and let my feet rest maybe peep some fresh lyrics.
Head on over to the cipher at RB might catch a battle to test my spirit.
I won't talk shit and call you out, I isn't that rude.
However I isn't that dude to get bitch slapped and not drop a verse that will leave your face screwed.
You go ham? Well I go hammer and nail ya with a punch so hard it will impale ya.
Visit your grave later and leave some azalea's.
My imagination is so vast its telescopic but I will attempt to get back to the topic which was?
Droppin' some shit like I'm so sick that I can't stop it?
Or perhaps it was just droppin' cause I can't get a grip on my own logic.
There probably wasn't a point to it like whole numbers, just an expression of this mess of emotion so you know how my soul slumbers decomposing like old lumber left out over a slow summer.
It's no wonder why I fold under the atmospheric pressure of a cold thunderous sky.
I sold my gold to get a rush like Sutter, when it started to die I would lie to my brother to get by.
Eventually mine went dry.
Now I try to hide what I mutter from society's eye but it's impossible when I spend every night in the gutter.
Curb serves as a separation preventing this socially unfit mental patient from spreading his contagious infestation.
