wintersong (excerpt from a draft) : whitelotus

CJ:

all of that dark i been tryin to steer
clear though peace no provided here
we pray about a season this time of year
and i'm saying what the people aint tryna hear

so it- might appear the night reveres a lotus (hey)
i don't wanna plead phony but i gotta say what i gotta say to get inside of the door-

i live in a war
i live in a generation scattered by divorce

i'm hotter than before!
hotter than i ever been a better metaphor-
coulda been thought of but i was feelin sentimental
and i been at the bottom but now i'm fin to go and meddle like i'm scooby
or winter olympics
everything eventually becomes vintage

and this is what rich is: speaking from the mind knowing i am not a business
i am not offended by the f***in analytics
even at my worst, i am proud to struggle with it

proud to struggle; proud to f***in fail.
with all they f***in sell? wow they f***in stale, while they buggin out, i been on my trail

(and i 'ont even care, trill shit from a motherf***ah fo' rell)

and where the f**k is lotus? who the f**k last spoke to his ass?
and what is passion? what is greatness? what is rash?
and how was this winter?

             - damn homie i suggest you don't ask.