I wrote to Z-Trip's 3rd Gear, sorry if its jumbled and is abstract or doesn't make sense, its a practice for me to just let it roll out and type whatever comes to my head at first instinct, so pardon the partial verbal vomit and grammatical errors, but for me to become better with my flow i can't refuse anything from my head.

funky blues keys reaching to the depths, deep enough to pull you from the recess of self imposed death, due to the stress and debt, waitin to exhale but inhale regret before every breath as your destiny and present haven't even met yet. Your life a timetable enablin fables to create a fabric of existence, if you missed the mystic, turn the hole into a whole and examine the holistic of the soul's intrinsic, brand upon your chest like a shirt of the MisFits.

slow tempo driven, exquisite to the aural pleasures measured by the syncopation dedicated to the rhythm given by the author player or creator, skywalkin to darth vader, theme music of a caped crusader, at odds with the circumstance crime and justice be the fine line he dance, entranced by celebrity, admiration equals unadulterated extacsy, the precinct and the embassy, double identity mentally straining, one environment feeds the ego, while the other keeps the dreams draining, no time for explaining, too busy maintaining, to find my mind steadily aiming, to the rain, and come back to spread my self displaced, but none the waste, i be carbon formed but empowerment based, if the steps were retraced, it would lead you to the steps of the gates, where when called its time to really fulfill fate, but until that day i'll keep livin in the moment, click the ratchets of these gadgets and figure out technology's components. and see if im savvy to be emboldened, holdin on, while my friends are going gone, but ill transcribe the memories and mold it into a song, then set it free to the masses like a golden swan.

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