a career on the planet

fear less when i steer
tears never fall they sear
i touch the budda smoke and leer
leisurely in high gear
snitch or bitch im neither
hit or kill, im either
fill my lungs with gas
spark the blast
invite the grass
come first to crash
the party of the hearty
skinny mafuckas with bakardi
running wildly
wit intellects too fucked with
hitting back with clenched fists
ill run and buck with
street cats with craaazy automa-ticks

@}-,-`-

He looks determined without being ruthless
Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him
Doesn't look like a killer
Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream
Full of passion

I miss Dilla~