Issue detected... Make choices, reap my life by taking 'em for me now anyhow blizz has a hard time making himself proud whether if it comes to rocking a crowd or to just read trust leaves with me flushing the season of leafs breathing ain't that easy so please witness me leaving seeing no choice in life but to make myself right creatively wise but doing no good to my sights aiming for fame but my name will remain in the gutter standing on stages ready to stutter, utter the hate rubbing my faith into the lamp of my future totally cramped by the news you're about to witness blizz the divine is alive n kicking, mounting the sickness confused of nights wondering over what's right n wrong spite the songs sung, I'll be sprung out of a simple prophecy minutes to profit by but our infinity is rocket sized my socket is torn, worn my shoes for for way too long it's safe to be gone when I try my life in the court caught in the strife of buying the last sides of the lord my rhymes, a bible of promises loosing my head refusing to be dead in the future that shed using the lead, putting guns to the temple tempting my self empty as a shell, dwelling as a living dead in the hell situated on earth doing my works of wonder too well So my thought's are offered but I'm not sure it'll sell