Krevin’ - WHY?

So what if I’m rocking a cappella going hella slow

You never know the depth until you dive the trench

Coat open, drenched, need a coaster, sit the bench

Penchant for pretentious dribble, it’s a cinch

Lend a hand to man on death or bear the stench

Rap faster, demand your face be cast in plaster

Last one from the past become the future master

Or accept the bald-faced disaster

Krevin' sixty seconds from an iPhone 6s

Blessings