Devil Juice

Sipping and hallucinating on this devils juice, as verses are caught in a noose, dangling back and forth like thoughts on humanities sins, in ones core and soul they are, therefore I scream, i dream and nothing ever seems the same, yet here, and yet i... seek fame and the bosoms of a sweet dame as lame as it sounds its the truth but the truth is never easy to grasp, it flows through ones hand like a stream. Im not keen on being a philosophical man, but damn be the one who dreams for he never sees his limits, and damn i am, for i dream and limits is a word less from limitless