Pa Pa PA POP. Flowgenomics.

everybody's talking like get up and go and im like get up and  grow motherfucker. grow to a stop and spit at a pig like that mother fucker never peeled back a wig in a moment of knowing who you are smfh who you aint.   knowing who's the canvas and who's the one to paint.  like every joys a toy you knew when you was just a boy and every coiled ploy is just another method to get back to better days.  like every day is another way to play the same games you played when you were just a kid and every time you fucked with them was just another straw man bid, been slid down the slide and now everything is live on the gun range, so strange to be down range these days in the haze but things get real, real fast, hold fast, and if it hurts then your not in the caste, not the first or the last but push up grass while you sleep at my feet because i will not be the last one standing, gun to my own head, asleep in a bed i did not make or remake or retake or reinvent like a bitch ass kiss from some seraphim heaven sent.  I will not let you detective film anti hero this shit and make me wish things were any different because my kingdom is my kingdom and ill cry whether you're live or your dead, i just have to come to grips with my body in my own bed.  and you living yours like the walking dead.