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sitting in a dark room 

tryna let my thoughts bloom 

man i need the sun.:feel like whale

with a harpoon. 

shouldn’t touch the blunt - feel impaled with a large wound 

if i had a boat i would sail through these sharks too …


i know eyybody telling lies.

the revolution on my camera so it’s televised. 

the TelePrompT says : “look for greyer sky’s” 

ima look to rise, Amistad, keep my spirits high:. 

you see the systems a machine 

you may try to build a dream but it beams 

through your submarine ...

- conscious:. 

sheeps really monsters

catching “OMs” getting deep with my doctors ... 

all this butter should be cooking it with lobsters 

but i don’t swallow fish - you look scary with that cocked gun.

not.

you just a bully with a pop-gun:.

catch me outside i be catchin’ em like Rodman. 

God Son God Son God Son 

Mod Sun Moon Sun Mash Dem

i have diamonds in my plasma ...

ancient blood, it’s like the Dragon swims in magma.

i feel America, its dying.

drop a giant like it’s David and Goliath.

could be lions in my diet, damn a riot 

i been chilling in the cut in leather coat my  zipper sliding. 

i’m improvising and improving my coherence 

losing spirit, they don’t listen to the lyrics. 

touché as they listen to the Bombs 

the whole sky sounds like Poogie Bells Drums 

i felt my liver getting toxic, 

had to quit the drinking cuz i lost it.

had to stop the snapping it was costing.

i said “that old thing’s a lost thing” - it’s barking.

had to take my cape off, mask off, Robin.

Weezy said a goons just a goon, who’s a Goblin? 

i said all this smoke in the room is a problem.

airing out my closet like a pistol in a locker. 

these lower frequencies are aiming at my chakras, 

talkin’ ‘bout Gods and they never read the gospels,

pray and say Shalom as if peace the only option

there’s better chances seeing Jesus in a mosh pit 

Uncle Sam is Uncle Simon,

do what he say and stay in line or you’re defiant.

Mt. Zion praise the Highest, spirit guided 

i’ve been bias to compliance since i opened up my eyelids.

Something cookin in my cauldron 

born ready I hate going through the motions 

you got a headache cut it off then 

we don’t got no time to complain, niggas starving’ 

i don’t even got a crew 

i just roll up in the spot alone like : “hello what it do?”

they like : “look it’s him” 

don’t know why they look confused.

they think i got a short fuse, 

well i do - well i do. 

I’m just saving it for bigger threats don’t you get the clues? 

don’t you read the news niggas dying every 2 ...

seconds, just reflecting on some lost time 

could a been lawyer, God decided not the course, fine. 

i don’t even got a crew 

i just roll up in the spot alone like : “hello what it do?”

they like : “look it’s him” 

don’t know why they look confused.

they think i got a short fuse, 

well i do - well i do.

I’m just saving it for bigger threats don’t you get the clues? 

don’t you read the news niggas dying every 2 ...

seconds, just reflecting on some lost time 

could a been lawyer, God decided not the course, fine.

the Native in me rolling in his grave 

Thanksgiving, hope chose you say your grace 

rain rain, i made focus out of pain 

ain’t no cocaine in my brain but it’s moving just the same ... 

i think everybody telling lies 

Hellen Keller blind, traped in the cellar minds. 

escaped Hell left my skeletons behind,

tho the Kundalini serpent steady curving through my spine.

you see the systems a machine 

you may try to build a dream but it beams 

through your submarine ...

- conscious:. 

sheeps really monsters

catching “OMs” getting deep with my doctors ... 

all this butter should be cooking it with lobsters 

but i don’t swallow fish - you look scary with that cocked gun.

not.

you just a bully with a pop-gun:.

catch me outside i be catchin’ em like Rodman.