I Am…
A man made mental oxymoron.
More on…
Any planet other than what you’re on.
See societies sickness, and I’m tryna get my cure on.
Add the mix to the “melting-pot” tryna get my stir on.
Drive slow cuzzo, cuz I cain’t afford to steer wrong.
My biggest fears are failure and seeing self…
so I ain’t tryna get my mirror on.
From here on…
I’ma keep it movin’, get my gear on.
Then blow blunts of blueberry ‘til I’m near gone.
And you can call me a king, like I’m near pawn.
Not quite acquainted with queen, for now I fear harm.
But it’s all good cuz I’m still on.
Tryna get my raw, hood, and real on.
Cuz I Am…
More me than I thought I could be.
Questionin’, could he…
Get up out the hood be…
Cause all that surround seem to think he should be…
Where they remained…
Unchanged and chained.
But I Am…
The future of history.
Tags: Unfinished
I can see the sea...
Guess its why I seek to see.
What it feels like to fly...
Wiggle my fingers and tickle the sky.
Faith the its hard to have...Faith.
I only believe that its my time that I'll...Take.
Soon enough...
I'll reach with ryhmes. Teach in lines.
Speak thru vines and from peaks I find...
Somewhere in the middle of mind.
An addicting afflicition...
Maintains to mis-shape my mission.
Active in Activism...
Like the capital C in capitalism.
Luke warm liquid
I spit its...easy.
Slut seem sloppy, slow, and sleasy.
Guess its why my appetite won't let'em appease me.
Appeal to by whats real.
Amused and enthrilled by "Whats real?"
A question asked by those outside of the Sub...
Disconnected. Outside of the club.
"Circle of Friends"? The one outside of the love.
The Sixth Point.
This kids point is that its just to easy to learned.
Gained knowledge can assist our live.
Earned through work and sacrifice.
Appeal to God and its divided twice.
I ramble in rythm
Hope ya'll hear him...
Solo. Theres no-one near him.
Pro though. He know ya'll fear him.
The 2nd Son.
The Cypha.
The Real.
The Trinity.
