Made best, deepend by thought n related to scheme...
Perfection made it a dream, when realitys makin ya fiend...
Like paste in the seam, or wasten supreme its not basic...
Mistakes erased quick... Its lookin at you but u cant face it...
Not messin up, always confessed n stuck, but overcome....
Theres no second or third place, Theres only one......
~a~perfect~shot~....Ya~surface~top....notch....
Others wait below..under u, while u cop squats....
Its like trying to stop glocks, while there ~Under~the~aim~...
Or dancing ~under~the~rain~..Only created right under the brain..
Its there...ur ability..sometimes it makes nervouse...
But always remember forever, practice makes perfect....
just a quick keystyle.....peace