G.4

Urban sprawlin' savannah stretches the left coast slamma, cities to Napa, dirt grit misfits holdin' heavy hammas.. Ready active, day-planners don't live for futures,  in the now-mannered.. Holdin' on to what begat the gat in the lap past standards.. Hold up G, did he see what he sought, in his face, all grammar.. Tradin' a wreckless youth for a point misconstrued, monumental momentus movement shoots off aloof, re-align the sight sorta slant at a gander.. Assimilate or walk the fate handed down purportedly managed by damage of another life, can it.. Be.. Can't stand the assumptions, out(pause), with the struggle, pout your lips and swing clout with ya hips, move your inner muscle.. That's your hustle, sink a nut from a jimmy, so subtle.. Get drinks from the weakest links, droolin' up a puddle.. Shallow as a muzzle, leet speak reeks from nothing of value, no rebuttal.. Sheepish deep in the game, so it seems, wheres the puzzle.. My tracks been laced, I just embrace and jump the huddles, lament the days that have layed waste, cement my troubles.. Gettin' bent over descent is no way to strenghthen out the rubbles..