Open Jar - Intellectual

Lot to say, i dont speak

Got to get, got to be

Lots to see lots to pray

Lost my seat, lost my way

Not a freak, though it may

Seem like it somedays

Mean writing, propane

Dont need help n no way

My soul sold for its own sake

Quote quote, for its own sake

Broke broke, like a throw away

Like a tug boat that couldn't pull its weight

But im so dope, got my own strain

You can Smoke my hope and feel no pain

Like i deal cocaine, or coco

Im cold as your nose full of snow when it froze, woah

Yoyo, everything that go down come back up

Keep that in my mind when I act up

Strut backwards from a scrap when i man up

Thats a true sack up for a sick pup

Listen to the friction, it interrupts like a Hiccup

Miss the days, pbj’s cut it diagonals like bishops

Sick of the sentimеnt, since a kid i been an instrument of change

Rеminiscent on the past, looking passed the pain

Afterwards in the afternoon your bout good as gone to

The Afterlife with sack of dice, only chance is blind luck

Like mice, times flies when you fry rice

A watched pot never boils but a watch clock ticks

Like a bomb bout to blow like dynamite

Your bout as bomb as your bright, and you lit like a light with a boner for a bulb and a stoner for a mind

Closing the curtains like im cleaning my closet

And i dont like what i find

So i wrote rhymes for a couple lives

Now i won't die until I struggle to stride

And my ego gon pop like a bubble of pride

Reaching for the top, dog im trouble with eyes

Seeking out-I watch, like im in love with prize

Reaping what ive sought, ive got a lot on my mind

A lot on my mind...

What a run of the rut, got something to shove

Kept it tucked like a gun, im the son of the sun

It was bundle of fun, pulled the rug under rugs

I was suprised like a bug bout to die from the light they become, uh