Clarity
Got rhymes for days
Cuz I look at the world thru distorted eyes in a daze
Trying to understand these ins and outs
Looking at it with some doubts
Thats the word of the philosopher
Looking at her, the divine
As I just rip it with this insane mind
Defined by what I think
Even if it pushes me to my brink
Just bringing back thought once extinct
Even as life passes me by in a blink
It’s just that real definition of conscious hip-hop
Just making tendons snap and hearts stop
When the beat drops
And I’m feeling at the top of my spot
Just making the crowds rock
Cuz I’m That different breed of emcee, the black sheep strain
I represent the free-minded, traces of the introspective vein
Even if at times my third eyes a little binded
Just go through the motions, the struggle and strife
It’s just what I’ve depicted on the scythe, the definition of my life
Life subjective to all
Chase truth in the objective and watch em fall like dominoes
To be enlightened is not an easy task but it ebbs and flows
But Imma do it even if I’m the last…
Marytr of the transcendent
Descendant of the ages
Just one of a kind metaphysical sages
Unwritten in pages called by the prophetic
Flow of life’s a little hectic
Through the tussle and bustle.
That’s just my definition of the daily hustle.
Looking towards the sky with eyes of no hope
Eyes of the skeptic to cope
For the moment,
Feeling unsure of the proponent, architect of the universe, gifter of the mind
Only to remind you
Why you ask why whenever you feel alone and force out a sigh.
Sometimes one just can’t take it anymore and just wishes to die
But ain’t that a tragic lifestyle
If only we could all take life’s lemons and smile.
Try it for a little while
Who knows it might even suit your style.
As I walk through the ages for another mile.
Untitled verse
As the memories fade,
And as I degrade.
I can’t help but remember,
Your love follows me like a dead december
Introspection… Southside myth- the dynospectrum
I guess that’s the word of the day. Sometimes it feels as if we’re all alone especially in todays times.. I feel as i i’m an old soul, I long for the times of the past, where you actually knew your neighbors rather than fear of having a murderer live next door to you.
The beginning of the world…
Plastic Lines-2/24/2012
As a new resolution to myself, i’d thought i’d keep this updated as a form of expressing who I am. Who knows? The possibilites are endless. Well, each post will begin as follows and will begin with a title of a song that resonates with me on that particular day and will contain anything meaningful etc.
“What is truth?
Truth is what is objective and transcends that which is reality. ”
“What is it to live but to die?”
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death, go ‘head and fuckin’ eat
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