everytime the pen draw i’m trying to encompass it all and leave them in aw hoping they hit next
giving me another chance to enter they life 
not just a passing glance
but someone who enter the view and help you choose
i’m just part of the clues 
in helping you realize that everyone just making do 
that accepting life is just the first step 
and that the path is never really set 
the one straight ahead prob a misdirect
too much time worrying if i missed it yet 
i ain’t looking back no regrets



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every line i design 
hoping to turn back time 
been trying to rewind 
reimagine my mind
to redefine this path 
that i’ve been had to pass
cause with every sketch 
i wonder if the last 
a fate worse than death
words reveal the mask 
that help me with the task
of making it through life
pen mightier than sword
so ink swipe with might
to break past this long night 
so my life can see light 
funny how this black ink 
make me smile so bright 
no matter when this ends 
these marks are permanent 
etched in and engraved 
my skin covered in sin
taking them to my grave 
hoping they demonstrate 
and show how i behave 
ain’t had a steady path 
so this the road i pave 
hoping with sights to see
somethings unsightly 
we all got skeletons 
and some remain broke
while others choose to mend 
everyone’s choice depends 

i let it sink in 
i let it deepen 
i need a beacon 
for i am seeking
a fight with demons
and now they weeping 

i never want to give in 
but life so unforgiving 
think that would be a given 
but lately been forgetting 
so remind me of the mission 
pen and pad never missing 
have what i had and getting 
making progress to success
greetings to greatness famous 
hoping that can sustain us
but what has hope done for me 
i’ve been hoping to be free
nothing in life ever free
really look at you and me
got a right to believe 
so writing what i believe 
and to me it’s all over 

so hard to pretend 
that this never ends

all over (prod. by lim0)

a freestyle that i’m trying to free my mind with 
been rhyming for free am i wasting my time with 
or will i end up timeless only time will tell 
clock on the hand counting the minutes till i’m done feeling well
and i know a lot feeling that as well cause you never running enough time always catch-up 
feel like i’m testing my luck on who i can trust 
cause when the wand go missing then who the magician 
ain’t trying end up tragic when this pen be writing magic 
scriptures of written pictures 
of every vision i pictured 
sketched and etched on stone 
until it engraved in a song
for time to tell all the times i was wrong
but i ain’t looking back with regrets nah
living life till my death and i’m taking on all my threats
cause what’s a bigger threat than death
there ain’t nothing yet

they ain’t nothing yet
this ain’t constructed with no flow just with the wind i go as it blow hoping it end up striking cause i’m fighting like zeus with the lightning way the pen look to battle titans 
and yea i’m frightened but at the same time it’s so exciting i just keep writing 
got the mic in hand the stage where this page all the rage
a big deal when i open my mouth and i got a lot to say 
so you better pay attention ain’t no more whispering the mission to silence the critics
welll you the witness then 
guess what you witnessing 
greatness in the making they ain’t no escaping 
mother nature or father time and i’m of relation
a natural disaster bigger than they reporting 
and now that’s important cause after that fact 
they gotta measure the impact
see the imprint when i’m writing in print 
but all this cursive connecting to everything i did 
and everything i will do 
that’s the time line these lines set
and in the face of death the rhymes always keep me in check 
and hopefully they gonna cop me a check before i face death 
cause when i face the ultimate DOOM just know that’s face to face with the best

timeless (prod. by lim0)

i’m just trying to make amends when this pen writes my sins
sights set on the ends cause life ain’t been right since the begin
now i’m journeying with my friends on the brink of the fringe
a little push push us over and now it’s sink or swim
but i don’t wanna deep dive im just trying survive
ride or die never that sights set on heights we have to fly 
sky high pride no mights only logging in long nights and flights 
take an L but still got fight going till i lose my light 
but even then we’d still end up aight aight
and then pen brush through dark spots of my life like a knife
it slice every piece til i get peace but this peace of mind
ain’t easy to find even with these pieces i combine


a combination i’ve been awaiting still need patience 
for as i’m patient hoping i’ll eventually make it
to outside of this ward filled with words i am warring with 
i be scoring bricks but every miss help me score a hit
honestly i’m tired of scoring shit that’s boring it
i need excitement to make light of the life i’m living 
if not i’m livid can’t even ask for forgiveness 
better yet need people to mind they business some snitches 
trying to slowly sew in but i’ve been sowing seeds since when the end met the begin 
so eventually it all come around and i can finally meet my ends 
cause we all need our ends met our graves kept and swept 
but i hope i ain’t thinking that gravely yet 
but sometimes the threat of death got me looking forward to a death threat 
that’s a deadly concept

karma (prod. by lim0)

i’m writing questions with the answers
this a session to become grander
need a procession with the dancers
in their possession with the banners
words of no slander only manners
maybe go viral then spread like cancer
mentally sick need words so i heal
words too ill need mountain tops no hill
this how i feel words too sick no meal
act like i need more than a few bill
that’s how i start building the buildings 
with the names engraved of my children
giving me chills but i’m feeling great
chilling thinking bout what i’m missing 
than realize it’s all for the mission 
so for the sake work like a piston
cause it all be apart of the machine 
putting parts together for the dream
that start the spark turn to a fiend

bad poetry interlude (prod. tidalwav)

here we go again 
talking bout how it’s hard to tell these new friends i be writing with a pen 
never liked to pretend be lying if i thought it was fire since the begin 
never want it to end but i’m finding it hard to get motivation to contend 
feel like i’m looking at the end face to face with my sins 
each page a battle takes place inner thoughts the war i wage 
inner dialogue like why my voice so monotone want emotions to rage 
but as i think the more my pen sink in even if i’m sinking or peaking 
i’m really the same constant with how i behave maybe my voice reflects it that way 
so lately i ain’t been trying stress it just doing my best and hope it’s enough 
maybe i’m falling in love or i’m just in love with the rush 
either way here we are again back in till my light dims 
even then idk if that will be my end 
maybe when the real show starts 
cause after all the spark brightest in the dark
so sorry not still got the pen that plot 
ofc the course not set many lines i still need to correct 
so till the correction no more miss directions 
practicing voice inflections then investing 
this an investment why i always stress it
i’m betting on my happiness 
that this ain’t no happen stance
been drawing lines in the sand so you see where i stand 
and here i am

here we go again (prod. 766N)

this where i awaken
now the silence breaking 
ground and body shaking
from sound the words saying 
soothing to souls swaying 
using music playing
to smooth nervous pacing
nervous as i’m making
pen can be misaligned 
but that’s fine long as mine
i don’t mind jagged rhymes 
my mind jagged at times
fractured feeling captured
i’m split on what matters
in the pursuit of green
or just greener pasture
i’m not sure on which side 
i’d rather live my life
you know i’d like it all
but the greed how you fall
i ain’t at the top yet 
notice how i said yet
you see the goal been set
seen dreams of big checks
flying high private jet
world my destination 
tired of being reserved 
need no reservation
well for preservation 
of the verse i’m slaying
need a museum placing

hall of fame my tomb my grave 
with vinyls of DOOM i lay
get what i’m trying to say 
to inspiration i pray 
inspire the path i pave 
for any road i will take 
is the choice i hope to make 
and so as i sketch this path 
with a pen that’s permanent 
this is the end that begins 
and well here we go again

Wizhes