Track 1. Prose & CON.

It's that time of the day, Good mornin' mi luvz

I've got a pocket full of butterscotches; pocket of flush

A bit burnt on the 'demic, net didactics n' such

This triple water sign in his feelings for lunch

Cause nothin' what it seem from the outset, team

What I once thought of chasin' this RN dream

Sloped over a 'scope right near Gourney

A practicum crash course, bootcamp foleys

2 years deep, some placed they first IVs

Playin' catch up after stasis, ya kno what I mean

Tryna fill each hour with nuthin but the mostest

I'm pushin' saline then at a party playin' hostess

Tryin' too hard to have it all at the moment

Push yourself too hard and wind up on a donut...

Know what I know, from patho with the Bronas

The mood eccentric and the vibe is phoneless

It's that time of the day, Good mornin' mi luvz

Cuzzo's got the rona, Mom's lookin' done

So gown up, glove up, everybody shut up

The mood stay dour as the delta numbers caught up

One might wonder where optimism stems

Network news spinning different stories from places I've been

Hyperbolic time chamber where sleep lends no REM

I'm runnin' outta pleasantries to push from this pen

Keep your eyes wide and your task on lock

The replacements bout here, listen for the knock

Student for now, but boutta cop the Master's

Never stretch too thin, we vector not the raster

Don't forget to flash your card, lest fill the healthcheck

Have a nice day. Here's some Prose on the CON to reflect