My inked thought's
Are 7 seas deep
In acknowledgement
When I wave
To acknowledgement
Of your knowledge
The tide is way to steep
Pardon my knowledge
My mind is constantly overloaded
Inking these thoughts
Is like taking a chaser
That's how I get my mind sorted
Constantly mistaken
For lyrically hoarding
Y'all just missing facts
Inbetween heart beats
Snares and snyths
That's where my mind boarding
These kids pop
Knife to neck
They are the new danger
Been an intellectual
Makes you niche
Fucken dangerous stranger
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