The Hearse - Wrap Up

Skip this last one if you're not a fan yet
To those who stayed

My hat goes off to you
Now, you have no karma too
No need for medicine that's pharmaceutical
When you're armed with new riddles and the spark is too kindled

With that same flame, you too won't be fed the beef
That cattle was not
Bred for this relentless quip. That battle will stop
When I forget how to write crisp beats: Snap, Crackle and Pop

When each one's sweeping their goal, it's a hat trick
To my ears, they're sweet and soft, I'm keeping them foam, like the Mattress
I lay up on as if
I have nothing else better to do. That it
So far from the truth
Now let me bring this home with a proper salute

Just like Dora
Imma Explora a
New terrain I'll indeed go with my endorsers
To sustain and self promote: providing a swarm to
Make or break connections: I'll let in an amigo whilst I'll let an enemy go
Making dough with no bread: I'm the enforcer
So I'm fancy when I go overheads, just like the fedora

Written by:
David Hurst Jr.

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