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from Poetic License by Forrest

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Dats word to life I gotta keep my head up, reminded every day bout the times I was laid up, no basketball lane, hate the comparison of seein this life as nothin but a game, fuck the fame I be in it for a whole different reason, like not doin this is soul suicidal treason, dreamin ain't deferred when you screamin at the herd, like wake the fuck up b4 you end up in an urn, when its my turn to rise it'll be yours cause my mission this time free the people from the scorn you were born on this planet to do great things but a heart made of granite is as good as clipped wings spread em out try n fly up to the heavens headed down why the high was so tremendous dead it now the ego so horrendous like an eagle with no beak the peak it seems relentless, climb climb don't stop hit it hit it like so sublime no pain when it misses the thorned rose still grows with resistance go with the flow n know your inner wishes this is nothin but respect for the ones I neglect I would hate me too for the secrets I protect I guess in the end I'm just a human exhumin death a shell in hell with the spirit I project, fuckit I'm kickin buckets til there isn't one left, we all made o water so let the faucet be my breath, lord let my fathers pain be my test and may each grain of sand represent a second of the quest, love first with a love thirst, fill us up til we burst, if they must filibust what's worse, the fact that they killin us or false words, profit prophets preachin out the hearse, people can you hear me I'm reachin out the verse, hopin you don't fear these quotes that I rehearse, you don't gotta see me to feel these words, in this muthafuckin life... Put Health First.


from Poetic License, released April 21, 2015


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