My state of mind,blind,
but i can still feel your presence,
and that weed aroma,
shit be stressin,
hyped off of beef and knocking teeth,
glock sellin,
no snitches tellin,
no bitches yellin,
its all on the low,
movements are that of the shadows,
as time pass,they pass,
as cops pass they sly fast,
read between the lines,
the differnce between seeing and knowing,
feeling and showing,
exposing or staying put,
this vision suspects,
this grotesque city is a hex,
stay aware or dont care,
this braille vision has just struck with precision,
in the mind of ak.

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

You keep gettin better

Keep writing man

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

how do snitches get by?
well if you seen homie
get sealed; yes, it;s right'
to squeal to the piiggs
, but then again

that one word stood out
to me' surpassing that line'
you laced all of it.

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