ReGaiN The LoṢ̌se$

It's a dangerous process,

To regain the losses,

Of nameless objects,

That drain our wallets,

Parents pay for college,

But never pray for knowledge,

All the mistakes that follow,

When chick's hate 2 swallow,

Just breakin' balls though,

Wait for tomorrow,

One mistake it's all through,

I'd hate to call you ,

All it would take to stall dude,

Is a snake that crawls through,

No place to fall to ,

In case your ball blew,

Up like they all do,

Make the stalls new ,

Replace the halls too,

With a case of wall screws,

What's fake, is all news

Inflate the small views ,

Id hate if yall lose

I'm like the little engine that could....

Vin-vin-vinnn-the engine thats good..

The engine that stood,

The test of time with over half a million miles,

They try n kill ya children's smiles...

But we have no ill will , still we just kill'em with kindness,

Fulfillin' the time test,

Red pillin' the blindness,

Diligently still , still willingly...

Instilling enlight-ment.....

Like the opposite of dead, this is the life kid,

Preposterous as heck,

the sitch that my life's been,

Been an awfull wreck ,the ditch that my life's went,

Sick of the times spent,

Sittin gettin high payin' high rent,

In a high rise so high in my mind and high as i climb....that my eyes squint.....nothing is private, someone has vined it,...or internet chimed it ,fastforward ,meta-pause , better rewind it, whoever designed it had a mind that was inclined to deny this fact that it's made you blinded as you stand by it defiant on any guy who'd deny it's sublime existence.....sisss...tense....

Or Twitter'd it ...literally while subliminaly hittin' a ciggeret...maliciously degenerate sippin' a jigger wet...

In the middle of a blizzard ,yep..

Nope...best , hope..

Bless the pope...

Strepp the throat and curressed the goat...left you choked , next to broke in a motel in mexico....when the west was home.....