POT ROAST

Mostly just glad the sun came up
Son came up

Mad auras I've grown away from
Run if they jump

But only if I'm called to
I'm a drum playa
Keeping time just so the bass has somewhere to lay up

Air to raise dust
Emerging thru like deus ex machina
If you don't wanna play us then box me bruh
My prerogative is groggily holding my cock and nuts with the left
And the right is where the writer keeps his probablies tucked

Colleage blood
Might just watch it change colors
In some ways the same brother
From my graduation summer
Still unsure
But a burning path remains uncovered
Writing rhymes that put
Food on the table and gave us butter
So savory

Never had major label dreams
Made music to be free
So why would I chase slavery

Counter-productive
Powers doubling adjacently
Flowery supplements down in my lungs
Made me think

It might just maybe be
Not so bad
I was rhyming to some Jason Griff with pot roast bagged

Affirmations from God is like "I know Dad"
But still let him speak
I got someone that not most have
Pop mo tags

Throw a rapper up in that compactor
Turn 'em into a fleshy ottoman
I kicks my feet on after

Eons past earth
Living truths Ms. Cleo captured
Landing primo
Style's free not adverse

Mind don't need a password
Unless you tryna get inside
I'm living proof of what you should do when you get a job
Getting busy
Shoulders bulked up bc I lift a lot
Mining gold bars
With an old cart whose wheels is locked

Stills get shot
2 page Thrasher spread
Found behind an old lawnmower in that nasty shed
Victories never grabbing legs
But never too dwelled on cuz
Hell nah gotta catch my breath

Frail palms get smacked to death
We celebrate like black uncles playing dominos
Way past your bed
Time

Signed dotted line THEN rap for checks?
Fuck that
Worth a hunnid racks when I grab the pen