Crissy P - Seven Point Diagram

No introductions, discussions
Or who you claim to fuck with
Tonight I got the drugs
To get you numb with
Locked up in my dungeon
Spare key left it on the rug
And if you looking for the blade
It’s under piles of some blood
Today just might be the day
It’s feeling like my last
I feel the earth clenching on me
As I start to laugh
The ground is soaking in
I see the petals of the past
But if time gone persist
I hope it tick without my ass
If it’s cash or a stash
Know I always keep my greens
Well flowered
Rain showers in my pain hours
Cause the body need herbs
The same way
We need the sun on earth
Hope my momma go to heaven
Cause I’m stuck on earth
And although I know it hurts
Ima get it til it works
Know that life got a purpose
But fuck it what’s the perks
Pay your pills
Til your paying in the dirt
And I ain’t paying shit
Unless they pay me for a verse
Cause my homies quick to pull guns
Whenever funds
Ain’t amounting to nothing
I’m on a mountain summit
And like the earths atmosphere
Turn to fire when I plummet
Bitches stay on me
Blow them off like a trumpet
Cus my mind only focus
On ascending
Earth bending
Transcending
Spit it how it is
Ain’t no point in pretending
They know I’m the goat
They just jealous
Cus I been over heads
While these other motherfuckers headless
And don’t talk about no set list
Unless that be your death wish
It’s only real players in my section
More than a force to be reckoned
Never no gimmick
Always rapped for soul
Not for no image
That’s how I been since the start
Now the finish not too far
Seven Point Diagram
Sounds from afar
Seven Point Diagram
The answers for us all
Seven Point Diagram
I’m dying as I fall
Just know my pen hold hopes
Like a rope do throats motherfucker
Just know my pen hold hopes
Like a rope do throats
So what it look like or do it don’t
Another bad hoe bagged by my afro
Often an asshole
So ima have to ask bro
Is you real or you playing up an act though
Never play no games
I don’t treat this shit like hasbro
Cut to the chase
And you won’t find a dotted line
A spotless mind
With a chance of dropping dimes
But I’m dropping jewels
So I’m upping up the price
You don’t wanna lose your life
What’s a king to a chess move
Best move, better pull it out
Or get your crew swept
Who guessed
That the kid be this nice
When he’s on the mic
Not destiny or fate
Just a chance to escape
This thing we call space
The ceiling
Tell me if there’s no better feeling
Than understanding
The world that we live in
And if it’s simulated
Then the god is within it
See life through a birds view
Vision got blurry
Now I see it with a third view

Written by:
Christopher Hernandez-Paz

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