"What does it mean to live?"

“What Does It Mean To Live?”

The answer lies deep within your core, like Alice In Wonderland come down crawl in and explore, enough is enough, deserving of more.

Know your worth never sell yourself short, it’s okay to cry.. don’t just “nut up” and be a sport.

If you open your eyes to the light, all of the bull-shit is now just hindsight, strap in buckle up and take flight, “space travel Dogg” meteorite.

Where I go I mark with lyrical vomit, not really giving a shit on whether or not they want it. Typed up unfiltered and spit out, call to the sensitive “Run no doubt”, ceremonial gutted grout.

Take in all of what is about to be said, like bullets of lead, all you’ve been taught just ideologies of the dead, constantly taunting you wanting to be fed, cueing thoughts of what its like if you open it up and just bled.

To the ones who stand up and choose to fight, lies upon lies “Choose The Right”, “Good” vs. “Bad” isn’t so black and white.. congressional intent clear as night, acceptance of this and you’ll rise to new heights.

Your energy is too much to handle for most, “its okay-dough” let boring be their host, because now you’re alive and they’re all ghosts, COMEDY CENTRAL nothing but roasts. “Moseltoff” time for a toast!, or for me to boast, nah.. all you’ll receive is kind.. dig beneath the surface a little and that’s what you’ll find, souls no longer in a bind.. time to grind.