There's levels to this shit, go pick up your pen and pad
Jottin' mad, you'll thank me, you'll be glad
Evolution begins as plans, scheme a dream
Its a dream! Don't be bland.

Place the dots, and later on connect em'
Keep your family up in your mind, that's true connection
Less I mention, let alone see, however it be I know that they'll be there for me
And flipped completely, its the same thing
If I sense trouble on the scene ima' dive in
Like Bruno mars, catch a grenade
Easy to say but when it comes to it! 9/10 of em' would run away

Wrong to say? 
Or hard to swallow?
Like you was caught up in the wrong time, wrong place
Like you realised the bong hit was laced seconds too late
Like you was served up plain mash potat', finished the plate and didn't hydrate

Now this is my canvas, yeah repetitive sure
Leaves room for the poet to complete...
Well its not a chore
It's fun when you're raw
I understand now
What's with the oversaturation?
I don't think you're rapping for the game, more so for the paper
And if you look at who's greater, and who's got more on their plate... uhhh…
It's the ones with heart, the ones who's art is far apart from what's hot
It's what's not what's you
It's real, it shines through

No better thanks than a thanks to yourself

eightythrxx