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The more successful I am, the more people want to be apart of it,
people that rarely hit me up, hit me up after it's been started,
impart-ed-dition is the only mechanism in this prism of charted ways,
in caves where waves play underground,
but it ain't even sound that needs to be found,
it's the hatred of oneself, wealth and ones health,
bad decisions made through escaping what's felt,
or dealt without reason, and believing the demons,
feeding on your pleasoned integrity, for the longevity,
of time and space, of rhyme or race,
case or misplaced facial expressions,
mental compression or essential extensions toward intellectual possessions,
in fractured tension pulled, between love and gold,
what cards to hold or fold and be untold ofs,
and sold power, beholding the flower of life hold ups,
colda enough, tough times and reminiscent premonitions,
ignited by the sight and listened hissin of petitions,
preventing visions with Dimethyltryptamine incisions to reality,
duality is seen practically, in scenes mathematically even statically placed,
yet dynamically equated, and debated on the theoretical based,
taste of information kept and stored away,
kinda curious what the governments say,
but they say the same lame lowdown,
corruption drivin so deep grounds lose foundation,
strategies more focused towards brainwashed stipulations,
and playstations and consoles,
whose fond-of knows and knots,
tied up in cannots-do's,
pots-rules,
bots-fools,
cops-tools,
mops-bools and decisions ruling by jewels and flight,
but symptoms of spiritual light succumb to fights of rights and wrongs,
songs unwritten because of king-kongs ambitions,
the bongs and rippin,
the long intuition found whilst fittin in pieces,
and keepin close hope for those who don't know,
the flow of H2O, not stole lows,
and fo-fo's, them no-no's you roll so easily,
treatin life unequally to perception freely,
out of control and seemlessly losing faith,
but awake from the tank of fish blinded,
trying to climb said trees,
that rely on binded debtees,
imply-in mind-dead release,
find peace and pineal,
and stance on what's real,
the money or your wheel you steer and appeal to most,
hopes for a better entity through copes,
sent-to thee to inevitably be nopes,
the naturally occurring entity for those who close doors and burn bridges,
pile rocks, and find ditches,
awhile knocks, that deem witches,
it's truthfully a nuclear fission, and atom-mission,
makin wishin become that-of missin fittin in existance,
and insistence to repeal assistance to evil's visits,
amidst the solicit-minutes wasted and deprecated,
by educated and instances instantiated by a patient,
with a payment to prevent patience to ancient past,
vacant mass, voids and maps,
subliminal facts, and racks to shells in a gauged gun,
measured with none-other than hells puns to own suns,
and cast funds and come to own the lungs,
when oxy-gun, depletes and becomes valued,
and just consider the imagination deems taboo,
instead of realizing we don't move like a statue,
but mixed with affirmation of observation ,
and self-medication to sensations,
where motivation is sedation to damnation,
unless stationed in frequency isolation,
of people taken hate and pacin with belatin fate-and,
the img iso wating, burn with satan you,
need to pay-dues, and weigh clues,
I don't hate you,
askew revenue,
nor snap-you,
it's new through views,
construed untruth,
lets rendezvous,
and hitherto,
that this life we live, is all SNAFU.
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BaSs - SNAFU | 12/18/16 | US, MI