Precipitous Heights

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© badprimer
Precipitous Heights man
I'm up here in the mountain tops
Soarin like an eagle lookin down at the crops
Livin legit having no fear of the cops
If I knew my pops he'd prob give me props.
For living so free, be all that you can be
outside the military industry, Just not my
thing, nah I'm really not interested in any bling.
Or facing 15 years for smuggling
Any dope from any third world country.
This the type of a view I wish you could see.
But it seems its only obtained by me.
I know people who lived their whole life in fantasy.


I got all I need, anything else is set on fire.
All that extra weight bogs me down an I'm a high flier.
Ain't trying to get my wings stuck on the barbed wire.
The things you own end up owning you
stuck in the mire. Wisdom gained
you wish you knew prior. Use my brain so much they figure
I conspire. My fists are just a force multiplier.
I'm on another level plane, call me a spitfire.
Elevation outa range for anti-aircraft fire.
Completely sober minded, Intellectual thoughts transpire.

I ain't in the dope game.
I don't got fancy cars and gold chains.
I got my soul you can keep the fame.
In this life there is no one else to blame.