I’m sleep deprived and over rested hold your thoughts I am the message, own the dark and hone my art speaking in a riddle tongue, little ones tryna find the answer for the bigger mind, little lines sniffin living through a bitter time. I haven’t seen the back of my eyelids in a long time, I might change your life if I hit you with the wrong rhyme, jawlines jagged rad African addict, I bleed and breath the art just surrounded by fanatics called Savage.but. Best believe I earned the name, if you sold your soul you destined to burn for fame I, was born a maniac and plan to die the same guy.


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