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the influence by getting higher than ceilings
But still I'm down to earth, I just never developed feelings
I landed at Esteban park , I'm lighting up in the dark

to the side
Betting on a dream
By betting my reality
Begging a higher power in a plea
‘Breathes’ just fucking let me be happy

Lusting for anything
That adds

still looking for a meal shit
Haven't eaten all day tryna find my way
To the top of the charts for a start
Leave a mark, on the arts with my heart
Sold my

Reflection on beat, so now it's time to begin (echo)

Mystery like Hardy Boys, you all devoid of history
Believe that I'm wit all da noise, I orchestrate

be looking dark 
Head up looking sharp
Working on my art 
Lazy strolls up at the park 
Call up the crew 
Gotta Car filled up with brew 
My tiny world

them 
the magic the wonder the mystery and the innocence of a child's heart are the seeds of creativity 
that will heal the world i really believe that

your stupid ass out my car
Kids in the back screaming please stop fighting
She was Chung Li I was feeling like Byson
If she was Robin Givens I was fin

limping
Told his mom, her baby boy got enlisted (Uh-huh)
You can't show love to a bitch or you simping (Simp)
Piece by piece ima puzzle together all

warped
But you knew this already
But I can tell you exactly when it happened

It's gonna blow your mind. Check it out
An intriguing mystery is that of our

too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat

too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat

Constantly fighting the urge to take the fast lane
Something I hear in movies very often nowadays
Success would come to those who really want it not

tasteful and dope like art done by Owen
Acab fasho yall
Believe in it
These pigs gon kill yo brothers n sisters American dream is it?
Ponder that last line

a clock, but I punch a clown Smashing in your parents' crib, don't make a fucking sound
King of New York, I don't want the crown Ask whoever the king is by

So unique we seek the same mysteries 
Traveling through this life just doing the best we think 
You are my do or die you changed my name king 
Nothing

brine
Let the sand slide down your hand that's a nice sign
Time to a man is a ride he must abide by

Cant get a look in it seems you mistook him
What you

and fornicating with writings
Slicing out fighting, biting down on the right thing
There's plenty of things wrong with the right and left wings
Entire political

free in this world
Thought you knew by now
Trying get a fucking hand out
Like who is this clown
You trying to get this o on credit
I can not allow
I had

Corona hitting the streets man
History repeating itself and
Mysteries peaking as
Prophets be preaching and profit increasing
The ministries bleeding with

to the story
Watch me flow over this art form
Destroy all these glow in the dark clones 

Barely alive 
Rarely defined
Is that a twinkle or tear in your eye?

Double stick fighting like it’s Filipino arnis
when you close your eyes
is when you really see beyond this
life is a mystery recorded in your DNA
I’d

Hidden from sight and mind, a mystery of truth that list
Every situation we could face and all blessed by gods grace
So that our path it shall be clear,

hear us
I'm prayin’ you do not lose hope
We heard and were standing by your side
They can try to ban us from TikTokin’ but
Were already fighting now

and make art
cnd I'm influenced by many different people
Mediums and meaty ideas
So meet the shape-shifter
The mystery of syncopated beats
Were you listening