 just keep rhyming. Catching in on this borrowed time when tomorrow was never promised. I'm living off a consignment. Got front of me my existence. Not knowing when I'ma die got me dreading what's in the distance. When life is all I got so I guess I'm just trying to flip it. Brick and chop it and stretch it like that 80s epidemic. I was born on some traits which makes the metaphor fit. Getting it? Didn't it? Open your mind just a little bit. Hope you feel inspired as you vision this. Insight that I'm lending as a young black wise brother getting it. Listen these rappers ain't talking business just yapping about they