Gonna force out some TraceOneInfinite 2026 Material

[TraceOneInfinite]

Call it 2026 anyway cause it's just a few days away.  I know this will be wack, but I got to force myself back in the gym if I'm ever gonna shake off the rust.

It's TraceOneInfinite, playing 4th Quarter Football in the NFL
We are down 27 to 10 with only 5:00 minutes left in the game
just well, but why the fucc am I out here still playing
Oh yeah, I forgot, cause I'm on the third string
Was I ever a starter?  Or was I just a player in the game
Now I got to run this route, knowing I'm getting hit over the middle
Why do I still feel like I'm trying to -- figure out this riddle?
I feel like Stallone in Rocky 4, gettin my ass beat but Pauly says
"Hey-yo- Rock-o- Hit the one in the middle!

Just trying to finish out this race, and make it to the age of 50,
Before the decline, lack of resource and family, comes to get me
Guess I still got a few tools in the toolbox, but they ain't that sharp
Probably because I'm from the generation that watched HBO After Dark
Probably because I'm old enough to remember when Tyson beat Spinx
Probably because I'm so poor that I don't even have money enough to drink

I'd be a drunk, but I still gotta make work the next day
I'd play a tune, but I've heard the songs and know what they gone say
I'd fucc a bitch, but I doubt it would feel like some sort of revelation
Maybe I will listen to some Tony Robbins, and try to "change my station"

Maybe I chewed some shroomz, I could be like, "hey ya'll I'm in elevation"
And speak some spiritual wisdom as if I had defeated Satan
or promote Flat Earth and face further ridicule still
But the truth is that I ain't even got no Shroomz, I'm more like an Ibuprofen pill
If I say the truth it probably sounds to dreary to become funny
My favorite past time is probably ordering food and filling up this tummy
Drinking coffee hoping it makes a spark or hits the mark

Now I'm supposed to make some ill final punch line that rhymes with "shark"