Missed It.

When I look around to vision I see a steady rise in competitions. Although this isn't a conscious decision I break away and start up on this mission. 

I embrace, and contemplate every move in it's place then demonstrate pure skill as I lace, laces, lace after lace. Never miss a beat sweat dripping off my face. Straight game.

Take a second to feel this beat, Im always coming real and complete I know the deal and Im quick on my feet.

I wanna talk about suppression and being suppressed. Look at all these fleeing around in protest about the government that we let molest. I wanna talk about depression and being depressed, how hard it is to hold my head up everyday, maintain and still get dressed. Yeah I must be blessed. 

I wanna talk about neglect and the neglected I think it starts with everyday misconceptions of defective elections. We gotta stop our directions with new reflections in order to start getting blessed with blessings. 

This is only for the straight twisted and verbally gifted to see it and realize that others have missed it and are still digging for clues that I perfectly scripted.

Everybody get your head out, ain't nothing under there, keep lookin from top to bottom, livin like a square. This ain't Hollywood,  this is real life death and dispair.