Lust for words
Imagination rules I thrive on the treasures of thoughts
Like a blind poet, to me: meditation is a pleasure of sorts
Scary to some in flock with the rebellious ones
Is like I started rapping before your father was one
My life is a mystery, even my father was lost
The order was gone, the others: my brother wondered if they knew what bothered is blood
You're always down, I hope you reach up
I hope you speak deep tongues
Cause rappers are feeble and dumb
I scribble my scrolls with bones of deceased popes
Judas was much more crucial to time Hours of trials are much more like lemons and limes
Above the skies I know glory resides mind slaves please don't let my glory depart
There where blind days, I could I ever knew time changed
That time knew me to my last name
I come at you not with rhymes, but with bullets of Truth
Poof, and it rhymes: you see am a psalmist too
Dreams are pleasures for kids
Reality king, tell me please what thing does fantasy brings
Fantasy lives, my life is a fantasy see..... They fantasizing about effing me D
I told you D, that we going make it B.I.G.
Heart crossed, am on a boat to an outlaw m.i.c passports?
Am the best candidate like PAC was. Am in the streets all day like a brawl
Ask my landlord!