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I got the beat in sync with my mind
And everythings is going in time
I dream intoxicated another night
but this time is not another fight
with lucidy, i can control my dream
and lets see if i can keep up with the rhyme scheme
Throught my love i can find lucidity
its kinda like a whole new serenidy
but tied, in a straightjacket
my arms behind my back but my mind roams free
I see the numbers, in front of me
but i cant touch them, only see
4452140
This time the scheme speaks to me, like poetry
and i understand what it is to be
Lucid, too bad i can read
in the same way that i cant play the lead


who says i cant rhyme

niggas try to keep with me