Not Stopping

It’d be odd if even was even in my favor
Take a bite of my life and then taste the savor
Paste on any hopes and dreams that you have aloft
And then watch them crumble to dream hard is soft
Take 10 steps forth and watch 20 back
Track that to the past and where ur pain is at
Bum scat with this that the third and fourth
We out here scorched scratched and burned from life’s torch
But Imma make it I stand tall like lower bones
You pricks fly-fall slow like it was snowing cones
If opp-or-two present themselves I’ll meet em up
Heat em up to suns temp and beat em up
I swear I’m sane
But pain infiltrates the train running in order to gain my mental balance
Seems that I deem it steamed like white rice but im nice
Watch me snatch life with deathly talons

-BLacc Zacc