Trapped in a cycle. Rewound in the deck slow I dont care about whips or coppin the neck glow. or bracelets, fakest shit, costs greenery. now pure earth rests as lost scenery. my minds polluted with girls stress 'n time if theres a god i hope that he's blessin' mine. i wanna eat and sleep and live peaceful. unfortunately all men arent created equal. sometimes, i just wanna die, but ima lifer. im bored, its all good nerds jump in the cypher.