A wise man is a Warrior at heart. The prize can be more glorious than the start. But what the story does is teach us the journey there. The real deal, wanna feel ill or win the tourney here? Keep up a facade, deep up feeling ya flawed. The odd God, I strike mic on mortal sod. And then there was A Hype, they type from they portal, nod. Off that notion, I scoff at sudden motion. Blood in devotion is this what got the height. Me sight? Yep. Step to the prep. To reach us they sell what they tell as a true jewel. You fool! Power within make you cool! Shower ya kin with advice but just not preach. I’m mad nice without the ice, I got hot speech. Not thot leech behavior, but I also ain’t ya savior. Follow ya heart, swallow the part. That’s pride, cat’s ride, who provide the juice. Ego, we know, a tide let loose. Crashing, bashing, anythang in it’s way. Shit’s may go falling, destruction it true calling. Get through wit’ it, y’all in, the same kinda zone. We human, the new plan, how bout we ain’t alone. Paint the tone many shades, but plenty aides we all can be. Man we, when teamed up, are a star, the steamed cup. You wake up and bake up, take up a shot of energy. Chipping in be flipping sin to dripping win, synergy.
