Rap (Discretion) The star gazer, the jar saver. Im rollin bars with any type of papers. I always get my cut, no razor. Yo I don't give a fuck, no savior. To each his own, because every habit is strong. I'm packing it all, another fat hit off the gravity bong. Gravity calls. The status of the mechanics are solved. Is action just the reaction to pause? Are masses these refractions of gods? Am I actually off? Damn, I'm high enough. Never been one to say "Hi" enough or salutations. I'd be middle aged in The Middle Ages. Displaced in their simple phases. Fast forward to the same rancid deficits, the handpicked presidents. Possessing weapons that never miss. Building up lands just to level it. Brain drags body. Heart buries mind. I ignore you. They condemn truth. We're okay with this.
