2Square

Desperate times call for desperate measures.. Tell me my brother? What shall we do?....what will become of us? I know that more than 2 is now the sum of us? The rising sun... In the middle of the sea.. These things can not be held deep inside of you nor me... life under a microscope... When they look in my brother tell me what does a stranger see?..I see you and you see me.. Not just the possibility... This balancing is an act of agility...our talent feels more like an ability...to think and do... We may not have all of the answers yet brother but I think we have a clue.... Promises made by men in black? Yes sir we've had a few....amazing races... There is no outline to follow...only traces... will our feet again fall on foreign places?... Million dollar deals...these men are drunk at the mouth driving behind the wheel..maybe they don't know the Motto.. "Hi we're 2square and we fucking Keep it Real!" I swear brother my aim is so on point if I have to shoot then you know...I aim to kill....shit talking in our ears... We could get drunk of these empty promises if they came in beers...let's have another round on the suits...cheers....con men..conquest...this can't be a coincidence...whether a lion king, a pauper, a vagrant, or a prince...to the bowls of hell with them we shall fence.. A day or 2 left on the compound...no new money In the pocket... Man these molecules are starting to compound...we live so close to the edge it's confound...it's not that money makes the man... true it helps to pull together a business plan...indian warriors with dreamcatchers....yes this we may be....empty pockets... Big dreams at night still we see.. jv