Life flashing by under the blue skies
Looking back on the family ties
That may be left behind
If this mc can reach beyond
What normal eyes can see
Like an ionic bond
Holding the mic to my palm
Writing insightful psalms
Of new messiah bibles
I ink in blood so im missing the vital
Parts of the charts to keep
Rap alive through the tidal wave
Of the recitals on stage
For the next big star on cable
Like lifes some kind of fable
Where theres food on the table
And horse in the stables
Ready to take away the labels
Of what society sees
In someone like me
Medial cortex
Or to you that’s mc
Whoopty dee of course that’s me
Times short the hourglass runs empty
The fourth horseman coming to get me
Im living time hungry forgive me
Im going back for seconds
the hands continue to beckon
me forward and northward
as I get my fix it flips a six
and I start to head south
falling to word of mouth
letting it invade my thoughts
to sort them out I got to stop
caring what others are sharing
and continue my own daring
mission of third eye staring
with open arms peace I carry
I barely hang on to atleast
Some of the damaged
Thoughts I can imagine
Someones life would vanish
Anxiety sets in with panic
Feeling sort of manic
As I plant this pen to paper
And let it bleed vapors
Of misled traitors
Claiming organic and kosher
Like they found closure
For the basic instigators
Ill say see you later
I cold shoulder like vader
To luke you little pukes
Trying to steal my rap hooks
And burn all my lyric books
You couldn’t of took
Away the passion I hold
I grasp the pen and mic like im told
To find the higher insight of old
Scriptures that I can picture
In my mind to a fraction of a second
It comes to rapid off my tongue
I learned raps for fun
Not for some that pack a gun
Or the ones with the drugs
Or the ones with the cash
Or the ones with some swag
Its for the ones that really had
Some good and bad so im glad
I had some experience to get
This part of my life in the bag
Its like I found deliverance
With my lines deliveries
I spin webs of mystery
Like some kind of whispering
Wind that’s here to bring warm springs
As the mindless drones spring the traps
From where you act to where youre facts
Don’t need to be backed
My lyrical skills is anamorphous
Contingent with my headtrips
A robbed souls last chance
To prove its got some worth
Without a death dance
You know the truth can hurt,
Someone other than strangers
As I flip through pages
Of daily news its faceless
The truth was strangled
They all got their angles
Be careful who you trust,
Even the devil was an angel
Before he turned to dust
Id record the fallout
On my little note pad
To plot out
A new song
Even if its for right or wrong
I am just rightfully gone
From the right so I left
And took whats left
Of my last breaths
To make a deal with death
That I can live on forever
In the songs I wrote for pleasure
They’ll be my greatest endeavors