chillin like a cake straight out the oven
still rising like the Sun at 5 in the morning
while the cattle continues to graze
blowing in the wind like the breeze of time
contemplating captivating the nerves
controlling your spine
as if I'm the weaver of the puppets twine
relaxing for 5 more like procrastination
wasting the one thing that never stops
tricking yourself pretending you're fooling
The reciporcator,
nah just illustrating
what has always been falsely demonstrated
chilling in the cut ready to do the day's work
watching the face stuck viewing the book
not realizing you've been laced by the hook...