to say whats real anymore would just be w aste when everyones to caught up in they own progressive so called image that doesnt fade wooden blades cut deep into your own veins mescaline form drained wet cigarette tales campfire everclear face dwells over these chased cellse erase dealt cards you couldnt even handle prescription to the crowd that resembles cattle quick to dismantle anything you dream of its prolly on the way to happening your life is laid before you like a sunburnt drunk captain puking off the starboard side skitching to the jolly rogers plank like alright heres the program write rhymes smoke more dam stuck in that 420 life broke stand will keep the leaches far at eaze rollin up the grams and talking to the trees staring at the moon you know how i get down i know what i know anything else i tend to sit down and overthink the situation till my brain fuckin drops out my nostrils and leaves digitally dusted stain marks atop the apostles upside down crossed with psychedelics in laughlin back to san diego in a coffin is where you gonna see me fake my own death like 2pac before i support wack music even if its free g my eyes buggin out in el centro and snorting lines in seeley this rhyme is just a freebie ima hooker to these bars the chorus of your opinion can get squashed in the final verses yard it aint that hard to tell where my minds at come pick a card its magic of the gathering even if its just me and my former self with split personallities and tripped happenings