This is a song about "Line"

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

No more waiting in a line

I'm running out of time

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

Began slow now i can write rhymes line after line

Welcome to organized crime

Through you under the avc line

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Amounts to crap you had in every line

But have a meaning in each line

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Till i shine at the finish line/

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

You reflect in this heart of mine

Can you faggots keep up line for line