Ill-Spirited you know ima feel it i can't front

I'm dealing with it writing the gospel in it

The composition black and white pages filled inscription

New visions i'm making incisions up on the blue lines

I write what is mine i'm reading old rhymes

Envisioning environments at night time

Was sitting with my hands crossed eyes full of exhaust

My pencil broke but at what cost another verse to be lost

Tossed in the garbage and all of the knowledge

Peaked on the paper held hostage

My brain breeding carnage acknowledge it I'm feelin tarnished

Astonished, went another night my mind unpunished

The garnish served in the form of herbs but it's with-held

Don't make me waste another word feelin compelled

Mindset

You never know

Mindset

I never fold, one exception

Mindset

Stories foretold

Death before dishonor right before departure

Shadow of the monster that formed with no composure

Playing my own game of poker best possible 5 cards

Five communities divided in four no form of handout to start

Lookin for street smarts no time to impress the sweethearts

Garner all the art one day to the charts

Still playing up my part, no need to restart

Pick a card, any card the brain is in abundance

Formed like scar tissue rap lyrics in the hundreds

19 with the weirdest dome in the game can't blame

Cause I ain't ashamed i'm only untrained

Mindset

You never know

Mindset

I never fold, one exception

Mindset

Stories foretold

Its all in my mind

I dont even know what i was saying

Love IllMaru 3

Im just reading off of a paper

Whatever comes to mind