04-09-2016, 03:24 PM
A sky speck speaking contrails I wantedÂ
to be mach five screaming fasterÂ
than sonics in combat so trigonomics
I studied careful with life in mind.
Until third grade I was clear with the vision,
started to lose sight and in turn my conviction.
'Cuz it's only 20/20 with wings on their chest,
I started to lose faith, started living in jest.
Went from sky-high dreams to high as a sky dreaming,
still chasing speed so the streets gave me meaning.
I picked up a guitar started singing the blues,
now I'm spittin' in mics and speaking the muse.
to be mach five screaming fasterÂ
than sonics in combat so trigonomics
I studied careful with life in mind.
Until third grade I was clear with the vision,
started to lose sight and in turn my conviction.
'Cuz it's only 20/20 with wings on their chest,
I started to lose faith, started living in jest.
Went from sky-high dreams to high as a sky dreaming,
still chasing speed so the streets gave me meaning.
I picked up a guitar started singing the blues,
now I'm spittin' in mics and speaking the muse.
Crit away