Go slower to go faster. We keep the planet slanted. My world, it spins upside down. 360 degrees. Descending down. The starter hits the green light. Down the mountain, over the first jump, through the g-out carrying speed and momentum through the apex of the turn. Knowing. You must go slower to go faster. The clock is always ticking.

Felt this pain like a bayonet. Loathing every second. Damaged by the light of a comet. I rode a planet unnamed across the Milky Way. She ripped it up and tore it apart. There is nothing left but the pain.

I'm in junior high with a B+ grade, at the end of the day I don't hit the arcade. I walk from school to my mom's apartment. Go upstairs, hug my mother, kiss my sister and punch my brother.

Smoking your ears with my rhymes in modern times. Just like the cobra strikes with a poison enzyme. My hits be crawling back and forth on your spine. The spirit of my lyrics are haunting up your cortex. Like it was a drop taken mad sugar cube style. Now, your lesson will be to repeat those mistakes. We are all the same. We all make mistakes.