Frolic in the depths of knowledge
the clock is the heart of life
thinking mundane as seconds tick through one vein
minutes are blood flowing one way
emotions stab at my watch
now I got nothing but time on my hands
bland lifestyles turn heads toward the promise land
media used as contraband
children running the streets in undergarments
immigrants struggle with the dollar
getting the American dream started working as INS targets
while their sons move weed, dodging misdemeanor charges
martyred militants claiming I God
making me guilty of spiritual conviction
visions of guns with violent motion
followed by coffins locked and closed in
hugs and roses, drugs in heavy doses
blunts roasting when memories are toasted
done choking, lying to my own psychosis
emerging from the smoke uncloaked
with my pen as the staff of Moses
hoping to free loved ones
to live life the way destiny wrote it
beyond the way history told it, molded from Augury’s omens
caught in Lucifer's notion, birthed in pyramids
underneath each brick is 26 alpha numerics
words of wisdom glitch in the system, uncaged from the matrix
my physical still held down by gravity
making me a victim of my own tragedies
constantly attacking the man in me
If my thoughts were beings on other planets
engaged in Star Wars, claiming Vice Lord
would they throw up endorphins?
took the game and morphed it
with resident evil kneivel cerebral cortex
sold my way to drop top Porsche’s
Seasons Change got 5 mics in The Source and
I got women with breasts perky and gorgeous
like Halle Berry in Swordfish calling me papi
triple platinum probably, this song features Ja Rule and Ashanti
my fan base just multiples then
getting your undivided attention was my intention
fuck the previously mentioned, birth earth lessons
banging straight out the box like vaginal prosthetics
focus shifts to scribing a magnum opus with such magnum force
I’m forced back to the closet rocking back and forth
eating strange fruit with the spirit of Aaliyah
telling me my soulmate is more than a woman
moving to a glimmer of suicide in my left eye
if I used a 45 to blow my own mind
would I be amongst the greatest of all time
transforming optimum rhymes to collide with Optimus Prime
making me a semi truck
speak divine righteousness it exists in my lungs
money stuns the populous into dicking over god
like a hermaphrodite Israelite masturbating in the face of Christ
what I write is a danger to my group, soon to go solo
a living version of Public Enemy’s logo
combat politics more crooked than Debo’s eye
making the system collapse quicker than Hank Gathers at the half court line