Lets kick back and hit that one finnished/

Awake that slumbered mind to slum village/

The new day presented by some vivid mind exposure, loose minutes, rhymes & closures/

Who's in it ? time and close ups/

Leaving some for the unspoken, greater good, unfrozen/

Reading back for the one chosen who's really kept in a long closen, coffin that dont really open that often, so the words are getting soften and weak/

What is the cost when i speak, why am i lost when i seek? Tossed when i reach?

My credentials be some dentals, flossed in some teeth/

Its not essential being gental when you cross what you preach/

The bossy boss to my kids which i actually dont have yet, just like i dont have all the answers, the cure for cancer , endure the anger that i maybe wont accomplish all that I would wanna, my accomplice is a missunderstood nirvana/

Wondersounds

I see ive been rejecting my dream, the artwork preselecting my stream./
Ive seen them fall as they go blossom, a new regime , just look what the cost been./
I scream for noone to hear, cause we all have our own burdens to bear/
Another weight, wait, my brother hate always up for a debate/
That would make me love, the love to create that opposite side to relate/
Easy come , easy go, leave me some for the road/
Where ever im heading im shredding that little thought coming across, in to particular pieces/

Articular eases./

Adding up to get to an answer pleases, being add up adding up instead seize us/
Living in seasons, looking for reasons , just like snow falls we like to believe in believing/
Give without receiving, live in doubt deceiving, the soul to be percieving for the goal we need achieving/

Im following an empty map directed by my empty gap of self perception with no exceptions/
There's no x marking the spot what was I expecting?
The only lines lined out are the ones ive already taken/
So there really is no treasury gotta be a treachery leaving me this tragedy ,I guess my treasure is in the making/
If this map resembles my life then the end must be death, and my death must be kept, only for me to be found/
so I bury it in dept, underground, until the day once again silent tones make wondersounds/

can you hear me?