[verse: Inksley] Huddle to the beat box, cop a cream top With extreme props, affirmations to my elevations Nothing sweet, uh Accept, relent, and progress Monumental perceptions, no congress to less — Devoted, worded and quoted The everlasting controversy, beats all my phobic I don't wanna be the almost, to the "made it there." When they discussing...Learn More

[Verse One: Inksley] You see, I don't have a story 'bout my life But I'm the type to rise Was always a shy, but been a different kind Saw the brighter skies, but nobody saw a single sign Felt the skill arrive, felt a different way inside Cannabis or no cannabis, I'm still a fan of this Doing it without a extra feeling, I'm the rationalist Nobody...Learn More