Concrete Paradise

I'm raw as a brick cause I'm young for a shung I go dumb as the dumps that mean I'm classic and traditional Elastic and original, fantastic individual Erratically irrational, immaculate, intentional Flowing like a swimming pool, swimming through my thoughts Slowing down the movement of the moment with my mind Growing like the ocean, though the world keeps shrinking Never lose sight of truth, but my eyes keep blinking While I keep sinking, time keeps drinking I'm porous as a cake of puerh straight stinking Open as a lake, enlightened by the gates of heaven Decisive, determined, designated and destined Etiquette is a method, check it... You, edited as the message that you keep on texting So let it all out, let it all go Just grow, in the shadow of the unknown Just know, you're the spirit of divine in a form Undefined by the cultural context you're born Within, cause within is where it is Without this shit, we are thin air walking upon stilts Confused n sincere, consume my big glare Assume you're the shit, and get clipped like my chin hairs I get sick off your hate, dumb off love I'm sick of my fate, and cured by allure To the underside, underlying all of understanding The subtle ties, subsidized, summer time's a lie Just to sell ourselves desires for the sake of reaping profit We gunna blow up this world, tryna fill up our pocket And suck out the soul, this is the front row Welcome to splash zone, drowned in the ocean of awareness This ocean is imperative I'm hopeless and careless, but cloaked in attacthment Patience is the place where you at when you lack it staying in this state like a bracket Waiting, waiting, waiting, Patient Yo, I wander across the valleys that's illusive The rhymes exclusive, and the steets not improving So we erupting, my vocal combustion Destroy the corruption, and all the injustice Provoke me with purpose, cause I'm worth worship Sacrifical, the rap circus, worthless Beats packing heat like a thermos, turning The rap game into action, shit's urgent I'm the typa cat that belongs in a clinic Leave your ass for forensics, and get thrown in corrections Self centered minds be claiming they essence They all get be bent when the mic apprehended Is this the time of hour, when I'm done pretending Then I guess the world ending, with no deception But back to the problem, of the rap revolver Who's taken more shots than a cop officer Who solved the cracked code, with a mic and a cord Laying down rhymes, keeping in the mind the enormous Responsibility than gods' instilled willingly Inside this busy bee, hearing the divine symphony I rap Doing this with my foot, I tape like that