Reverie (Unfinished)

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If there is to be art, if there is to be any aesthetic doing and seeing, one physiological condition is indispensable: frenzy.
Frenzy must first have enhanced the excitability of the whole machine; else there is no art.
All kinds of frenzy, however diversely conditioned, have the strength to accomplish this
Truth over lies on my mic
Truth is, I don't think I'm nice
Nice at chasing a bag
Or nice at being the man
Or nice/at understandin/the tragic
Spending nights/crying about my actions
Puttin kids onto drugs
Killing the youth, one by one
Sad to say, I needed to live
Sad to say; that life's a give and take/and I ain't getting taken today
Second floor brownstone apartment
Where it all started
14th and V, you'll see a 13 year old me
Lil man, seen a lotta shit
Been thru a lotta change
Immature, 'til this day
Still dealing with all the teenage angst
I'm just happy I'm not trappin, and my dealer don't miss me
If you got that, cool
If not, I'll explain; just listen
Young nigga, just tryna come up
Grew up in the slums
Never seen easy street
It was just the cuzzos and fiends in the park across the street
I was onna different wave
Niggas ain't f*ck with me, but now ya f*ck with me
So let them not f*ck with us
A hood full of go gettas and felons
Either they just came out
Been out, doing nothing
Or tryna get themselves into something
Saw me looking bummy
Playing ball in the courts and niggas would cut my ass
Shoes talking when I'm walking
They told me I had to get to the bag, but never taught me
So I started with the gas
Got a zip on the arm, bought two, then three; then a plate
Lil man; thinking this life
Well then, shit gonna be great
So much gas, that the kush turned sour
Not numbing my mind, all the background strife
All this pain in my head
Niggas in the ends getting yoked up or stabbed to death
All this pain in my head, I needed that euphoria
So I took a tab and a addie and decided not to crash
My mental felt great
The come down, didn't
So I started takin whatever I can
Goin into the bathroom, taking all the meds
Hydromorphine
My face started to drip
My speech started to shlip
I couldn't let my grandma see me like this
So I went downstairs to the jungle
With my pack
Looking wolfy
Continued selling/can't slip
Even though the world around me was crumblin
Hoes out on OP/and you couldn't pass Coney/without the questions/by the Police
Lil niggas seeing my mans getting picked up
Asking questions and you can't tell them the reason they idols are getting arrested is because you was hustlin and finessing
Putting ya man's on to the things you was selling
Turning the entire hood into dope fiends
While you popping pills, you got vices, right lil nigga... but no fucking virtues

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