True.
your mind might be on
in the sky or on the ground.
but
my mind is on a Rocket,
soaring and pouring
raining up
a brillant holocaust
i guess i'm mentally ill.
Simply,
a firecracker,
thats moves like a projectile
i'm still a slacker...
and never full.
cause i'm using 4%
from my pre-tense;
straight as a whistle
but
zig zagging like a
crooked
missile.
I am Light.
just Blaze.
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