You dont know what lays beyond the skies

I think Safari is more expensive then Maryland rapped in present paper
Hey old man called Jim my old freind you're not here
Aint that clear

What do you think of vanille compered to lemon?
But I like lemon, Jim said.
The writing just became harder thought Victor and said:

What are you doing my freind?

Jim answered emiditly:

Im writing.

Thou an evening with hardblasting music with voices in their sound
And three diffrent sort of cookies
I was thinking of so many other things,
An octupuss floating in my head almost as if he was dead.
I even dreamt away to my grandpas bold head
Hell to you my fantastic freinds!
SAY IT!
You mother atleast.
Hardcore is when poor children dies
You dont know what lays beyond the skies