i used to move around
with winds of change
now im building from the ground
with strings of age
weaving wings just to carry
all the things that i saved
freedom stings
but it pushes us to find our way

im running timed relays
on the grind for days
that remind me of the years
puttin lines to page

never lost on the purpose
im inclined to play
fuck the cost i want it perfect
to design my stage

still alive! amazed
that i can still dedicate
my time and strength
to be real and relate

great minds think alike
its revealed by the shape
and weight of the lines
the we leave in our wake

paths cross hatched
fillin in the gaps
writtin in the map

strong bonds matched
by the will to interact


mad songs pass
in between our hands
all across the land
wisdom we can share
to increase our understanding


come and say whatup to me lets see what we find

running all day every day no sleep on this grind

sun or rain or hurricanes we making it shine

love to say I love to make the most of my time



Now IM HERE
pdx, you can smell the rain
feeling blessed on the bliss
as it fills my brain
keep the stress to the min
cuz it kills my high
and invest in my friends
cuz we still that tight

we fin to fill that pipe
pass the peace release

grin and chill all night
laughin peepin beats

watch the breeze in the prayer flags
release all the prayers as we speak
over smokes on the porch in the south east

each week freer than the last
we aint in the past
rip apart the mask
till there's nothing left to grasp

sweet treats keep em in a bag
even if the cash
isnt in the stash
we aint runnin out of grass

these beats speakin to yr ass
freakin with some class
giving like the last
days coming to collapse

speak free
peakin on some tabs
geekin in the lab
leakin every track
on the weekend when i rap

come and say whatup to me lets see what we find

running all day every day thats just how we grind

sun or rain or hurricanes we making it shine

love to say we love to make the most of our time


I was there homie, thats the verdict
bus fare for the young heir to grab the market
no mistake, dude,
mark it 8
fold parchment
gateways crossed
with a taste of samsara

if you love it let me hear ya say pass the purps!
if you love it let the rhythm put your ass to work!
if you love it like a friendship growing depth with every sentence spoken step up to the center
take your mask and burn it