1067 Tc Jones you might see a nigga roam
Kicking stones writing broken poems
Glass eyes glass skies shatter this
Anatomous analogous dialysis
You can feel this
Blood pumping through the music
NilNonner that's how I view it

Everything is nothing
Heavy dreams for nothing
Heavy heart for nothing
Heavy thoughts have fucked him
Over too many times
Now I got too many lines
Too many rhymes
Niggas carry semi's nines
Me I just carry a pen and a sheet
As I bury time

Warped chronology
The god of orbs and apologies
How many times
They gonna kick dirt on me
And throw my dreams in a compactor
Fuck this it's the rapture
Of the life I've come to capture

And I've seen it I arise my stature
Becomes diminutive
I don't have two shits to give
As I walk the streets feeling limitless
But they tell him that he never could blow
Put this shit inside your head
Bitch and let it just blow
Uh

Now you understand
Why I wanna do this
And why I put all of this shit
Inside of my heart and music
I put darts to the goal
I put flows inside the poles
Now watch em shift
As I'm dropping shit
I'm glad I never came up in no metropolis
My father wanted to move down to N.C
Passed away in 2016 it's deadly

What a death can do to a young child
Remember going to his open casket
Body just as rigid as a valve
That's been frozen
Surprised niggas ain't start smoking
When they choking
On glass of philosophical suicide

Soon as your born it's like
Do or die
Taxes, death, birth
Repeat accordingly
What's your worth
Niggas coming here
Kicking dirt kicking rocks
kicking shit to the bitches
Tryna get turned
Got burnt
When I tried to fall in love

Now I understand why I'm calling her
And why I fall for her
And why I do what I do
I got a raw aura

A nigga that's sorta looking for
The finer things
Looking past all the diamond rings
And all the fancy shit
I just wanna have a simple life
Lay back and rip the mic

Watch it flow the volcanic volubility
Showing you all my abilities
Established domical facilities
In my hood nigga
This is what is killing me
The reason why I have to have a dream
The reason why I have to forge a path
Is that the fiend

The one I sold a rock to the other day
Going to his mothers face
And his brothers embracing her
As he's tasting her blood
Beat to death
By a nigga shaking her up
For the sex
This is for the life

This is for the death
This is for the mic
This is for the breath
This is for the life
Nigga this is for your rights
Nigga this is for the heights
That I may never reach

Got a better thing to go on to
Looking at a set of rings
From saturnalia itself
Feeling like
I'm never gonna get put on that shelf

I wish they would
Try to shelve me when I sign
Blew the fuck up in time
And that was all for the line
That I spoke of
That was null once now it is
A kid feeling dreams can come true
And he's no longer powerless

On 1067 sour shit
Is what I bring to your dour lips
Looking in life's faceless death
And I hope I can take some vacant flesh
And make a nil frame out of infinitude
Word to kierkegaard leap of faith
I ain't hearing you