Squeezed in the vice grip of life, find it hard to sleep at night, thoughts all wrong, at the time they seemed right, emerging from the darkness to feel the light, I pray The Most High doesn’t ignore my plight, vivid visions, not just black and white, strapped in tight for this inter-Spiritual flight, turbulence on the horizon, cirrostratus, climbing beyond the borders of this social status, studying new battle tactics, expand my academics, to alter my characteristics, freeze, like cyrogenics, alter the hieroglyphics, to label us all Misfits, former resident of District 9, profiled like I’m a Criminal Mind, dissected like a frog’s behind, have your brain running circles, need your eyes aligned, thoughts packed with vitamins, like orange rinds, grown from a tree that thru gracious veins, gave birth to incredible rhymes, beyond all influence of corruption and grime, break the boundaries of space and time, to recognize and accept the Most High’s signs, leading you in a direction of peace and prosperity, to reach a new level of clarity, to change the polarity, for negative to positive, to reach an entire new level of logic, derail false prophets, deceiving for profits, expose the truth like the papparazzi, all seeing eye like the illuminati, still can’t see me, usher in a new set of possibilities, try and stop me, find my way through the door, skeleton key to the Universal City, switchin up speeds like a six speed tranny, breakin the sound barrier like Mach 3, knowledge by way of mystery, preserve the pages of history, now the luke warm, watered down version they currently teach..
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