Bleak heaven - Mortals

#VERSE
Bleak is blessed I reason
I season my rhymes they never lessen
In essence, yours is childish mine's minding the lessons
Wack niggas be parroting
They pestilence, don't know they part of it
Insistence ain't the same as persistence
Ask the persimmon
He got pinched like salt the sir Simmons
Preacher this a sermon I’ll never summon Ammon
Maybe mammon the mammoth
Mystic desire for food and al them myriad goods
The infamous seven, in a residence of the master of seven
The rest is on the seventh
And I ain't heaven sent, I’m really what the heaven spent
I got heaven's scent, like I done did a mad ascent
Majoring success so all yo asses I assess
, pick one n none worthy to possess, process
Means my mortal shell the best
Ain’t scarred or foiled by swine or snow lines
That claim lives of the best
N I attest, I’ll step on your heads while you rest or jest

#CHORUS
Case closed like hooks lock on a chest
The days go, the book pages never rest
Flowers bloom, the view worth a doubloon
Birds n bees, see the mortal shroom
Case closed like hooks lock on a chest
The days go, the book pages never rest
Flowers bloom, the view worth a doubloon
Birds n bees, see the mortal shroom

#VERSE 2
Dissing the pricing the icing to troubles the vice of a fool
Love is large, but carnage is larger
Bleak thoughts on a diff magnitude
Hail from high altitudes
Low latitudes mean my mean attitude is mad at you
Still shift my style like dunes
Fast or slow the flow the last its true
The first like plastic glue by the eastern pool
Where they cut ancestral roots
I'm talking wrists the palms and hands
They claim they saints they just brigands
On errands to end an era of the people minds understand the plans
Cut my legs n footing, you foolish
I resort to hands and stands
The world my mother so word on father
I’m taking it further
This style I picked it up and spit like it I fathered
It ain't a hit of the summer
Yet for the cold winter still a bummer
The new fore runner
Who got speed like 4 runners
Full on banger, put on the handlers
You gon hear them stammer
#CHORUS
Case closed like hooks lock on a chest
The days go, the book pages never rest
Flowers bloom, the view worth a doubloon
Birds n bees, see the mortal shroom

Case closed like hooks lock on a chest
The days go, the book pages never rest
Flowers bloom, the view worth a doubloon
Birds n bees, see the mortal shroom