Listen...

I'm still lab bound... the bday just passed & there's evil afoot..

20 is definately different... im truthfully noticing new problems, new ways to get it, and a newley discovered nack to innovate the lane i been harvesting since i guess 9...

"...Call me a son of a gun, more of a son of a knife/

so the older that i get the hotter cuts that I slice.../

through my lungs, like an inhaler, expand on vowels/

I can- an i'm -able on tracks to leave yo body devoured/

while im steady writing, soon run outta 70 sheets/

so i'll +add 26, then i can write on my street/......."