kwizyne wide timeline gap since i visited this book; dried fineline stains on pages i was in pursuit; my sandglass tube, no grains passin' through; i blame waste on aims that drained half my youth; my name still uncredited; "the rap is by who?"; that's hard enough punchline to yank out my tooth, threw my pad, left it blank, took a nap without a clue, went Marina Bay with my kite let it flew; jersey hung behind my door unlaced my shoes, filled with sublimating mothball smells in the room; to preserve it like a mummy cast spells in the tomb; blackmailed my own skills, you'd think i'm a dummy, i winked at you trust me, i'm done leave it dusty, kwizyne's an identity he loves me but must leave, amputate my hands cos the memories cuff me, i've better things to do whenever i'm quite free, unlikely i might be whatever my hype sees, i'll stick to breadwinning, hard time stick a tight fee deep muziq i remember you you're the kid with the script, ...