I’m try’na make the best of the rest of my existence
Without contradictions by myself or from those in the distance
The less resistance the better, a smooth ride all the way
I mean I play, for the day, to elaborate, for the now
The present date, so I concentrate on recreation… 90%
The rest is spent or meant for recuperation, a healing event
To free the mind from torment it gained during the hours
Of power surges from powders and pints, and soon the toll towers
Like a shower damping ya mood, it intrudes the lavish living
Ya can’t refuse or sleep deprivation will end up killing
So my decision is to do no more or less than the minimum
4 at best, my continuum, leaves 20 play’n, my equilibrium
I love living em, every minute from then til when I finish
Til my functions diminish I’ll bow only to health during illness
What is this? To exist isn’t enough, plenty time to curl up
I say fuck the safe road, take the highway, or you’ll get overtook
So I conduct my practices in top gear, leave the losers my dust
Dazed and concussed, cos when they die there thinking…
where’d I get stuck? Should’a listened to Dev… what he told us!
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