Come along to a place where I place dreams between lines in write form, trip and fall into deep mines, I may never reach my peak coz time won’t ever let me but I know I’ll never ever give up. Take down, notes I play on the mouthpiece for life, the words are only instrumental to the lines, the memory was made to dance in your memory and track jealousy, you could say I’m a device - made to trap the snakes into a chamber of darkness and latch the gates. Made to track the greats and make major, so they can attract their majors. I do this full forms of inspiration, welcome to the truth it’s an open invitation - never let our beliefs bewild us, coz we’re quietly being killed by the same thing that heals us.