.:Critical Scans:.

 
goin off in this hive,
trying to survive
reviewing the diff 'tween dead & alive
NO jive, eye perceive the limitations
it’s the truth we all be facing
where my real foes got that honey-like drip
they phonies, they a trip;
bunch ‘o wasps masquerading as honey bees
they wanna-bees, they the kind that drip calamities
on their soulless sorties into short episodes of superiority
them and their vanities needing to feel some penalties
trying to ice-up my cream like
fake Friendly’s
melted...who dealt it?

sincerity? there’s? I’ve never felt it
falsified whispers found unable to swim
within, their character they have NO win
so many depths beneath me
from the valleys they’ve tried to peak me
encourage them to stay submerged and live meekly
they are but See-Thru’s who bring The Blues
false friends no doubt at all destined to lose
see, I’ve received the clues; their friendship? stamped “[font=Stencil]ruse”
standing accused so they should never-ever seek me

cuz...cuz

I over-stand, so distinctly; indeed, no I’m not a fan
well versed in these  “rid-a-Cool clans”
and from me they’ll always get the critical scans
where here, my eyes maintain without strain
look, anything else is lame   ::believe me::

gotta
keep within
Circles
of Integrity

false friends always
attempting to deceive thee
but that’s not the way of my flow, not the way to go
it’s all about letting them bull-shitters know
them haters & liars who start fires to stifle what you grow

back-stabbin
bastids,
yeah, you know
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