Verse 1:

Poem,
The fruits of my labor would form a pitiful orchard,
I always want more every verse is a self portrait,
Poignant well measured and pointed,
Who cares what I paint on as long as I didn’t forge it,
Don’t forget, we were all once hoisted,
To a level that surpassed our average,
If everybody is somebody’s everything,
Then what is the point in telling me that you have no love,
For to cast it aside you would have had to hold it at one time,
Don’t allow pride to hollow your insides,
Follow that thin and marginalized,
Voice of honesty resides in us all,
For to be conscious one must be aware of a conscience,
Or the meaning of a consequence,
Or perhaps caution,

Memories past tense,
Active, blackout from a gallon of absinthe,
No challenge,
Shall stand in my path if I aim past it,
Go hard take a charge during practice,
What’s lacking is the entirety of truth,
The good and the bad, the facts and the proof,
Imagery and similes all have a place in the booth,
But your rhymes should reflect what lives in you,
Who care’s if God’s sighted,
If God is cited,
Then the likeness,
Would be more lychen fused with tyson
And try to learn to live with beast inside it,
Instead of trying to hide behind it

Chorus:

Take the risk or the safe track,
Never save anything for the trip back,
That’s what we call that the human factor, in fact,
To make up for what we lack,
We plot for the stars to align live off trash,
We run until we collapse

Verse 2:

Do you think you can box dead center,
With a carpenter,
Of a dimension where your car cannot enter,
And your life span is hindered by bacteria that can strip your faith clean,
You need,
To call Carl Weathers and buff that new leather,
TwinnZeus and I live by a different creed,
Apollo can’t follow the lightning quick,
Precision of a ballpoint's tip,
When endorphins are channeled through inspired fists,
Please, I’d call for peace,
But when your pie piece,
Is decreased because you’d rather see your people eat,
Then the street isn’t big enough for that dream
Don’t be weak (minded),
Because under the X there is more to see,
No one cares about your response if,
The average responses,
Don’t acknowledge content,
Youngin’ fean for the lean,
With a meticulous mix of ginseng and codeine,
Four loko and jim bean,
Will put hair on your chest quicker than a full moon,
I went through school without balancing bar stools,
You can do it too, but I don’t know,
I care more about human beings than a pile of dough,
So, I guess that means I can’t be successful,
But bar for bar flow for flow

Chorus:

Take the risk or the safe track,
Never save anything for the trip back,
That’s what we call that the human factor, in fact,
To make up for what we lack,
We plot for the stars to align live off trash,
We run until we collapse