A story

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

Best dreams, west with Atlantic next seems,
came quick it was all an intent to surprise,
hustlin to make my dough rise up like yeast,
but atleast I got my son moon and stars,
to clear my mind and meditate,
already had everything ever wanted in life,
so this shit right here just icing on the cake,
In bed with the moon had to buy a dinner first,
brother dressin drag said its a kafi tried to curse my blessing,
but no stressin moved on
Told the father hook him up man...
u knew I was on top of my game like game and keysia cole
games pain musta heard it 100 times but the song never grew old

Its like he biult up karma from years of focused prayer and effort,
pain came but comforted in karma that was yet to be spent,
Spent the karma in ways that pleasured his brain,
The equality had him hash it all out with the warmth of a darkened moon,
till his world lit up like colorful baloons
To much really for his brain to consume,
Cause the pain had him spinnin downward but the months karma lifted him upwards...
Left his location, continued down down down, but mind stretched now to distances larger than the Atlantic,
So can't come up short no more....
Leadin themm in teachin the exchange rates, conversates with a North African Arab,
Game's on tv, some high ball give and go pass to Troop,
shits confused, only thing makin sense is the atlantic oceans riddims and the visions within them
Experienced explainin to british couples like travis complainin about um knowin hiphop from one record,
yo.. check it, had to rewind to 01, first of a millenium,
when he simplkified and confided in deen and prayer next to front doors of own world apartment
and the lips from a kiss of his equal his moon to complet his cipher, hand in mine eternally it locks had perfection already in this life,
so might as well expand it, everything already, suckaz can't fade me...stress deposited in another land

to be continued