Feel blues in daffodil fields, am I real? Tightrope walk in my psyche how can I chill? Can't decide on reality how can we build? When we still debate on tossing out food or sharing a meal It's all poison anyway, just pork and jello Being adult with our contemporary's, the chorus metal The score ain't settled, it all crescendo's Strings get pulled, we all in trillo screaming refrains What is change? What is god? Where's the Prescence in this Time's river snatched us up where the sediment shifts Only learned more tech not more bout the soul Pushing notions of religions when your spirit ain't whole No scrolls end lesson says murder for gold A camel passing through the eye, better chances than yours I chant and record, hope it raise a ghost in the shell That value more than vain ornaments may totem's repel The folks that revel, all except controlling they selves What's a mirror when you see your own soul through a veil I told Uncle Sam you ain't welcome Always wagging your finger you ain't helping You play favorites with your sister's children So if we adopted, your ass was a Pilgrim Ain't warn for triggers so won't use other metaphors Too warm to triggers, why you so desperate to dead us for? All you in debt for? A system on death's door Is violence your last gasp, or flame taking air for Scalding Earth's surface it won't be water But the fire next time, guess both are amorphous Plasma is fluid, take somethings shape 'fore it burns Atoms are ashes to singularities I'm disturbed That we understand eternal knowing nothing at all Except this small piece of finite stuck on this ball

The waves from where you came, to energy you return Cosmic crematorium whole dimension an urn Sorry I got lost my brain addled from fumes of dope Savage as a Khan, but I'm cultured peep Qublai's growth Coons cloaked as true folks, gold plated fools quotes Heat raise fall like chunks of glaciers you cool though I did not need to see the devil lynch Fred Strange noises in my crib make it live in my head Judas's get elected now, politics is theater At best a survey for the demons, really leading us Freedom rings with a buckshot, fascists don't speak Just parrot propaganda under guidance of elites Master race theorists thats worshipping mediocrity Bootstrap pullers subsidizing corporate property Should have kept feeding me product made out of poppy seed Perdue flipped like chickens off of us popping these Shining city on a hill, pick a spot to seige Blood suckers all fleas but you call em liege Through the 16 I'm deified like images on Sistine My cieling is God tier finger snap and it split sea's Might raise a staff like bars measures and notes contained Brain dead drool with a hunger, soul Novocained So greedy we don't notice pain To empathize amplifies so you'd rather be sold a game Ignore it or abhor it, ignorance or harm While you take stock in worthless carbon crystals in a charm Diamonds only good for drill bits golds better Conducting thoughts my brainstorming control weather Harp how I pull strings, cupid how I pull strings Soul snatching vagabond my colors swap like mood rings Mostly black or blue until pink spreads Mop protect A-alikes with mops you ain't seen dread In megacity one I'm one over #2 Penthouse in dystopia, was it worth the view Circle of few made half moons over death Let that howl in night, cry for respect No hook unless we square up, you fishing for hits Turn my lines to a net sweep everything that exists This my house, guess I'm Koresh, roof on fire We don't need no water, in fact I brought extra lighters Let that mother burn poor Rosemary her baby cursed Life's mouth sound effect's like backing an 80s verse Beatbox the cock hope the weak rock to your bops But you'll still root in the waste till you detox from the slop Deepak to a doc, credentialed but not real Mind body and soul, or infections will not heal My demons miasmic by nature it don't feel

The rooftop is off of the spaceship Inhale sweet nothing and taste it, eternal embrace it Engagement with stones and engravement I mean from the gowns and the tux to the grave tip I come from the basement, a land where we lack those Yeah, we love cheddar heard you struggle with lactose Crying over spilled milk feeling I'm that close A white mustache is on the rappers that lack dope Who you kiss up to to kiss on them statues Statuesque goddess with graffiti like tattoos The rooftop is off in a vacuum Everything under we but the stars yeah that's cool Rider like pack mule, Chef except craft rules Money gone come, but the art we make fragile Almost as our flesh, protect this worldly capsule Fates looked after us as ignorant rascals Adam and Eve, shared pomegranate not apple Spitting seeds of destruction, dark times can you handle Think I scored the Messiah, skies part with my drums As my loops turn to funnel clouds the carnage begun Style awkward as the bastard of a prodigal son Box awkward don't drop him then it probably stun Try squaring up to God with a gun Try-angles all you want, when it come full circle you done My cipher is a cycle and code Every 120 take a lifetime if we strolled Why I rhyme? Cuz I'm trying to grow My last life Buddha saw me on the side of the road Feel like suffering incarnate at times, I can't lie Talk to ancestors ghosts in the mist not in the sky Chopped conga lines how I chat back in abstract Can't tune in cuz my psyche would never snap back I'm too sensitive with an inner life I just want kids and the little wife My art want a bigger price I ask my OGs for some real advice Gravitate to my rhymes, I just wanna make beats Feeling I owe Ronesh a classic on tape 3 Thought it's no hope if I didn't blow up by 18 Now I'm early 30s don't value the same things

Penitent my pen attempts requiems for my dreams But I don’t mourn the past i relive it cycle of fiends Kick cold turkey then get a rush off my schemes Like I’m robbing for a buzz but the itch is never relieved Benadryl nah it’s Seroquil vapors like fog or steam Blurred third eye I forget if God or me Some kill and spend it for filth, a Hoggish-greed Captain the planet till Gaia revolts swallowed with seas/Cs Till my jersey hung, no number on it out of your league What you perceive as 8s on its side that’s my degree Infinite access, some call vacuum and blackness Is information overload, till theory is praxis Keep chaining lines like life with amino acids Every bar the 3rd through the 6th day when I’m active 7th day 7th dimension what’s mathematics Can’t compute consciously, action automatic Masses deranged by massive pain, the idol stained Statues strewn to rust black in the rain, master or slave Spiral like galaxy to grave Back to galaxy from where we came, this vessel seems detained Pieces of remains from particles that traveled time Older than the clouds that cause nebulas to shine Mind passed the atmosphere, flesh is in the grind In this human meat market left dreaming by design Livings much deeper than the pieces they’ve defined See the devil prosper and I dream of they demise Disguised as state budgets guess it’s cheap for us to die Selling pieces of a dream, then complete with a high How much soul can money buy? Consumed So many cowards that hide behind nom de plume Pop a legume and wanna go Pac on the room Better chill on that crop and drop a popular tune Popping like Tune, the body count C3 numbers Blow like C4 or N64 this summer First to control the third dimensional with ease Think I’m back in the orchestra kicking theories with strings