Forfeited 3
hours soaring to a city
Where sinning is a bet
Cautious
some folk will auction they soul
At the glimmer of some gold for they neck
Next instant get noosed like a lynch clinic
Inauthentic like a champion jersey
From the dirty we grew up starving
Marvin couldn't measure
Found a crop in this garden to barter
Pardon a paradox
Ticked I Lost time like i misplaced a pair clocks
Balance on this tight rope
Between human and being
mean of our mourning
Formless and form seems their both interwoven
Moving in motion this static is potent
Poking I'm stroking she oozing her potions
Floating
claiming its an OBE
She naughty by nature That's OPP
Yeah you know me
I live thru rhymes
pulse in every lyric call it OCD
IPA for my liver let it simmer
Liquor gotta grip
feel my spirit in a void
Like how will I deploy
Turn depression into joy
That's alchemy for sure
Hold it down for my town
The Ville where im from Dookie Brown on the mound...
Much respect my guy 
Keep spitting that shit everybody!!
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