Cloud on a curb

Insight bout' as high and cold as the slope of a mountain is
Pacific Ocean flow fountain
Precision focus surrounding my soul
No Chris Brown, but I'm In My Zone
Making hits, nope never miss
No critic needed, critiques are predicted before I even move the pen
Lyrical gold, the studio is my showcase
Won't nobody know my name until I blow, like smoke grenades
Hope to blow em' away
No fans expected, just people that pay attention
Mental retention pension
You listen and gain some interest
Vision dead-eye, aimed at livin'
Iron sights on my redemption
Shoot for the sky
Until shells sit at the tips of my Timberlands
Write sentences that that'll give the blind a thousand yard stare, into the distance
Brail image observatory, glimpse the infinite
No end
On finds nothing, where another finds treasure
Air waves dry desiccated
I'm that diamond in the desert
Never shy away from pressure
Game severed
Use that light in my mind to spark the flame, for the rhymes to weld it together
Contemplating future moves, current errors, and better times
Let all my memories play out like a legend, and never die
I'm down to sever the ground, catch some air, and forever fly
Prepare these feet on concrete, for those clouds up there in the sky
Let the forces of light guide me, through the dark side of my journey
Jedi Knight saber laser flurries
Lay the game on a gurney
In this rap race, I make em' look leg-less
Be the one they love to hate, bow and arrow Cupid Legolas
Stray miss
Sharp mind, shave spit
Wes Snypes, Blade sh*t
Rhymes like the frame of an Abrams, make
this tank flip
Shape shift on those who alienated my name, in my presence
Me and this pen nine go together like ten eleven
Pistol punch lines
Grip on The Good Book for protection
No vest
Scoping Heaven from this vantage point of deception
Perception going through ups and downs, hackie sack
Losing sight is at an all time high
Somebody bring gravity back
We let our progress run stagnant
Like a race turned to a pageant
Nobody wins when the whole system is holistically challenged
Entranced in this enchanted reality of romantics
D-Boy stances standing up the date with our advancement
Passing out audio cancer like candy to young ears
They hear it for fear of being outcasted by the their peers
In a town where rain pours three of four quarters out the year
Floating in the the same boat, some learn to treat it like a lear
Even though they're nowhere near, we dream of rolling in a coupe
Physical value hard top
Don't let the world be your roof
Old myths with no proof, still introduced to youth
Wonder how history'd look, if we only knew the truth
In this global group home, I feel alone in my portion
Of Oregon origin, where torsion is born distorted
Can't afford to wage a war on a stop-loss abortion
Perfect picture clouded up, like a Bob Ross portrait
Walking on the moon with Nike Boots and Air forces
Sporting truth's space suit, give me room
In the paint I ain't courteous
Hoop shoes and spin moves
Word play Michael Jordan
Flow hard wood floor
Show you how to put up a board
Faith rich
Mental billionaire, tryna break through the gates
And see daylight through the blinds of this barracks room full of hate
Foolish lyrical push and pull, broken record of mixtapes
Monetary audiophiles
I'd rather make some change
Keep the papes', just give me freedom of expression
Wanna shoot for the stars, but they're stealing all our weapons
Trekking through a Great Depression, but we're steady half stepping
Time is money
I suggest that we adhere to our investments
As teens, we followed dreams that the tv screen projected
Wound up feeling like the complete cast of The Young And The Restless
Fled temporary inception
Once wary of discretion
Had to exceed what they expected, to succeed in this profession

True spit man, always excited to see what you have to say on here. Keep it up