“No soup for me, i let the chickens out the coop to feed”

his bar, read- another page, all see. missed home when it hit home

higher dimensions unravel complex intentions- gödel taste paired with model weight. Put the words in a blender, give you tokens to render. 

Catastrophe, all the trash I see, cast with splash- can't avoid, truth to void, work with joy. Hearts given, hope has risen,  Out hopeless prison. 

Wealth provisions keepin it driven, health decisions as conscious precision

Let me drop some 🎶 
Cooking up returns like a chef with the soup,
Navigating the market, gotta stay in the loop.
Volatility's the spice, it's part of the game,
Stirring through the ups and downs, chasing that fame.
In the kitchen of finance, we face the heat,
Onward to the goal, we won’t accept defeat


Feeling like 2pac with this 😄