Theodore Martin - Grief (Freestyle) lyrics

[Hook] I swear I'm epic with it, and I spit epidemics Epilogue- you finished, epic novels I written I'm Moses when I compose this, Aristotle in this sentence Shakespeare could break here and you not up for this mission There's an ocean of stars and I ain't diving up in it Funny how they say that sky is the limit But I'm too down to earth, I ain't seen the sky in a minute [Verse 1: Theodore Martin] How real can it get? In a room full of fake muthaf**az where honesty don't exist Honestly I should be in Ivey league with this sh** I lock John Locke out his property with this sh** Back and forth about being done with this, I stare in the mirror and I can't stomach it Lately I been feeling below the dungeon, sh** Lately i been peeping vultures circling my window I think Ronald Reagan got me serving crack on instrumentals