 Feel the shapes. I've been in a haze for a couple days. Know the stakes. They don't never phase. Niggas leaves. Wait for seasons and they start changing. Grump of leaf with the brunch. Find some to flame. Build it up. Crush grapes and the glass faded. Piece to Al. Piece to Chuck. I move forever gracious. At the crux like digging, building foundation. Thinking where the days went in the clouds. Gazing on the star of every nigga.