Tell me what you think

The war is never won
So I look forward to more battles
If I could see the future
They’d be living in my foreshadows
When I do what I do
I’m just too cashews for these dudes
****, He may be a ****, But I’m just too nuts
I just kick back and let the pen do stuff
And I really don’t understand, any of the fuss
They’ll throw you under the box for thinking outside of the bus
Do what?
I’m just saying I wanna be the best to rhyme
I’ve got the answer key so I will pass the test of time
I expect nothing less of lines
That come from my head
And it has been said
That the greatest are bred to find their way to the top but instead
It’s getting hard for the truely sick to get out because so many have called in
So I’m just chillen somewhere on the moon, Buzzed like Aldrin
Man on the moon or Man who’s consumed
By laying lyrics out that must be in tune
And for what I have in this bowl I won’t need a spoon
I just need a lighter, So I can light it up
Yea I get high, I get high as ****
Wish I could stay high, like a kite that’s stuck
But since that’s not possible, I get the pipe and puff
Then I exhale a few times
And proceed to parasail to some new rhymes
What goes around comes around
I’ve been on that carousel a few times
And I write it in all directions
So nothing is parallel to the lines…