This is a note to those who've shared in my nonsense ~
Accomplished and proven ~ thoughts objected in process ~
With words and keys ~ not even the earth it seems ~
Can submerge a team as great as these wordsmith kings ~
A messiah of sorts ~ taught me at a loss of my words ~
Now a kinship was birthed ~ a bridge im never to burn ~
More than just poetry ~ I saw what the knife didn't finish ~
The plight of an image ~ witnessed how a life was diminished ~
But you fathered perception ~ no bother to mention ~
More than youll ever know you cropped my ascension ~
Another soul brought ~ one step past a reason ~
The pot as a whole was known and asked for your seasons ~
Blessings in words ~ 5 was more blessed than was cursed ~
I related to passages ~ childhood left your chest burnt ~
No more aftertaste ~ you filled the hole in this bastards space ~
Laughter chased my crafted face when I heard someone slap your face ~(BITCH)
Connected with infinity ~ we didn't visit Oklahoma ~
But stole its city and turned it to a potent aroma ~
Moments owed us ~ and we related like no one ~
I mean...Perhaps we both felt like the two lowest on totem ~
But TULSA wont die ~ even if its only you and I ~
That's one monster im thankful isnt under my bed tonight ~
And out of fright ~ stepped a soul with scripts and lines ~
That tripped my mind ~ like who gave this kid the right? ~
A true form of the final day ~ prob or apocalyptic ~
A soldier with sick shit ~ illest god to be gifted ~
Weapons to yield ~ and yet ~ with no measure of shield ~
The sickest mind yet ~ ever developed in Field ~
Hyde didn't see the need to approach the monstrous ~
Knowing that his sickly partner already belonged to us ~
Hitting like tonka trucks ~ the essence of sound to you ~
You were once lost with no bread crumbs surrounding you ~
We often talked ~ I kept pounding you with the astounding truth ~
Fam til we die ~ it doesn' take the crowning sleuth ~
Vigor only found in youth ~ sensai the founding jewel ~
Attempted to make a smaller 2nd neek ~ often sounded cruel ~
A crew of luster ~ tongues and words to massage ~
Sitting deep with another X, styles, plus a mirage ~
From htv to blackout ~ to whatever remains ~
Writing words too profane ~ steady severing brains ~
A medieval mindset to crush those who scheme-on-us ~
In god we trust? ~ nah...cuz in WE God trusts ~
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