in one moment of lost divinity
found salvation in Detroit's trinity
Elzhi buzzed flyest lyrics to me
but I was distracted by the words of T3
Baatin stepped up and spit poetry
'bout tainted love and things I shouldn't see
but I fell victim to curiosity
and trespassed on lyrical property

now I'm stuck in a mode of stagnation
looks like a trap instead of salvation
like being taxed, no representation
reborn as a mic from reincarnation

but from the dust I see a black hand
reaching to me like only God can

is there life after verbal spillage?
emphatically yes, it's name is Slum Village







y'all can laugh at me nnnnnnnnnnnnnn-now! lol