I’m free from form I’m escaping from the norm I’m guided by the voices when surrounded by the storm I’m frightened by the lightning when it’s crashing through my door but I must be masochistic ‘cause I always ask for more my addition to statistics in this crazy spinning world my condition is explicit but it’s always been ignored my exquisite contribution is the gift know as the word but it’s not something I’m proud of and I know it sounds absurd but some schizophrenics speak in rhyme each time that they are heard insecure of my effect you know unsure about my cause so I’ll just hide behind the curtain and will pray for an applause I’d say that I am certain that I’m only made of flaws but I am mindful of the fact that there exists a little clause the one that’s in His written script surrounded by His laws it says that we’re created in His image so I pause I ponder this and wonder if it’s Him that’s been at fault for all the physical abuse and the emotional assault that we inflict upon each other from one brother to another it even gets so wicked mothers seize their kids and smother it’s crazy ‘cause it always makes me focus on the thought what if His existence was a lie that we had bought so before we die we tell ourselves we’ve found what we had sought and not feel bound by what we’re taught in the scientific realm I know it’s human nature to hope Someone’s at the helm guiding while residing in the Spiritual realm it’s highly undecided why this is the social norm that we cannot come to terms with a temporary form then it strikes me it’s the lightning I was running from before a paramount conclusion I no longer can ignore it snaps me from delusion it’s the notion I adore an ocean of a potion to the problem I’ve explored my emotion should reveal there’s no more time we can afford and my appeal is that you feel that I can guarantee the Lord and I foresee that I’ll proceed to definitely meet the need to show the presence of His essence in this human world and I foresee that I’ll proceed to definitely meet the need to show the presence of His essence in this human world in this human world in this human world

with each and every diatribe I try to find what’s on my mind before exploring deep inside my surface doesn’t coincide with purpose that resides within I need to speak and try to win the hearts of those that cry within because I was once one of them I’ll seek and reach those dying men I’ll squeeze them and I’ll pry them to release them from the Lion’s Den who is to blame for mortal sin this story’s not His story when there is no line defining when the end of God and man begins I know it’s odd but let it spin around your head and deep within into your Soul now let it roll off of your tongue around the sun back and forth how it’s begun so step away from darkness come on and let me spark this I am a starving artist who’s not thriving in the markets but I do have the advantage that I’m striving where my heart is I do know that I’ll manage from the wisdom that’s imparted I know I’ll show just how profound my loose-leaf to this art is beauty fades and people age we’re all performers on a stage the curtains close they throw a rose he writes another play another birth another character so what’s my motivation will I finally find the patience to deal with situations that I perceive as obstacles this time I play my part no my vision won’t be optical this Third Eye is not optional for seeing with a set of eyes no bigger than hair follicles is looking to the heavens wearing nothing but a monocle this is why I’m shedding my connection to the physical expressions can’t reveal the tale but these eternal lyrics will we’re sentient beings who are pretending to be nothing more than organisms but there’s more than what we’re seeing I’d ignore those pesky visions but they’d never go away I will explore them’s my decision and I’ll see where I can stray when I’m bouncing off the elements I can never seem to win this is why I go within which is where I’ve always been when I have only talked to Him but know that on my journey back I’ll carry what I can I will inscribe it with my pen and then describe all that I can but I am just a vessel well equipped with two utensils for me it is a pencil complemented by a stencil it was Poetry By Numbers that awoke me from my slumber now it’s flowing through like lightning does to storming clouds of thunder it’s going through a cycle makes me stop to think and wonder how I never prayed with rosaries yet I felt that I was chosen to help melt what has been frozen then evaporate the ocean with nothing more than words we’ll fabricate a crazy potion to destroy collective emphasis on everything material transcend the physical and then ascend into ethereal dimensions I must mention with unlimited potential the ultimate Imperial the Mother of invention dimensions I must mention with unlimited potential the ultimate Imperial the Mother of invention

I forget my nine to five as I get swallowed by the rhythm ‘cause it makes me feel alive which I will follow to the end regardless of survival this American Tale has just set sail so you can call me Fivel I will rip it with equipment that I can or cannot find although it doesn’t truly matter when the instrument’s the mind and now I found my instrument in which I’ll use to circumvent you with surround you to astound you show you that I’m not invisible invincible at least I hope I can convince you of course I have a story it’s obligatory yet I can’t pretend to be some former public enemy who focused all his energy and skills just on his tendencies to kill until he found his prison cell which was his remedy his pill it was his catalyst to tell and his ability to spell that let him be a criminal and then describe his former hell no I never served a sentence with exception of the presence of the lessons that transcend the physical the senses that we tow along right on from each and every single one of our past tense last lives to where our present essence is residing past lives hiding who the hell am I describing God if this is sober rhyming then thank You I’m not imbibing it is true that is behind me it was You who helped me find me yes You nurtured and You’re perfect but Your virtue is not timing see before You came along I let the chemicals adore me then they nearly did destroy me twisted visions did inform me that my former dormitory was identical in form indeed potentially in more to a drug laboratory we were scientists exploring realms the public is ignoring shrug their shoulders and keep snoring on yes this is where I faced my fears of death without protection which was right before I tasted tears from glaring introspection man I missed the years when I could fly by astrally projecting never felt right in my skin was never settled in my skeleton indeed relieved when school days became opposite of in because the anguish in my language when my life became mismanaged showed a man who felt abandoned even standing in a crowded room the only thought was stranded to a level that was doom as though my clothes weren’t even branded when I ran away from truth began to pan the room and panic when I frantically avoided it it only made me manic scan ahead a couple years from then is where you’ll find a man living independently yet faking it again inebriated hooligan and making like a fool again then waking in the morning be like where the hell I been but find reminders that I wandered and committed many sins while I’m living under bright lights it’s my soul that’s getting dim because a city life’s not splendid when an alley’s where it ends so I then rallied and decided it was time to form a plan to separate divide the mind from poisons in the hands I felt that if I did my part the forces would just send a rocket to transport me back to places I had been in adolescence old dimensions eons before then so I confided to myself my life was no longer worth risking no longer would I be a backwards walking contradiction shrug the judgment love the subjects deemed as science fiction believe it in your heart and then receive your premonitions knew I couldn’t be a coward with the infinite of powers I demanded help from up and then just said it even louder wouldn’t age a second older didn’t care if it got colder I would say it even bolder then You catalogued your folders and dispatched one of Your soldiers who allowed me to behold You it was thereabouts right on my twisted spiritual odyssey my Spirit introduced me to the disembodied Me and so no longer could I fight it when my stronger Self just flipped a switch then penned a script of mental bliss and told me to recite it never thrived on the contrived still don’t know how this little lad transformed into a scribe although I didn’t really quit on it ‘cause now I had my vibe and it was giving validation to my fragile mental station epicenter of the nation I had finally found my placement man the pen was overflowing and the feeling was amazing then I had no clue I’d get some news could barely even face it ‘cause I got the shocking word that You had picked a new location to send me on and end my song before I even played it to rip me from my melody before I could improve it You removed me from the soothing sounds I’d just become a student had to leave my local music scene enthused about the movement just bereave D.C. forget your dreams of poetry no need for beats and melodies then grabbed that book I wrote in and commanded it to Rest In Peace ‘cause eulogies were all this fool could seem to see his poem’s fate would be I was heading to a different land supposed a warmer climate nothing but the sun and sand composed those Virgin Islands from an endless sea of emcees now the only urgent rhymer yes they call it paradise then pass the booze “Hey where’s the ice?” Mother Nature is a beauty but this buzz is just as nice but that flame is not the same for me already paid my price but prior to my fire burning gulped it rolled the vice now I saw where this was heading wasn’t sure if I was ready for this test you’d make me go through just to see if I’d be steady being cornered by the eight balls all temptations when aplenty but at this point I reached a state please quote me document me I decided I’d survive in any place you want to send me and as a gift you lent me Pete who was my roommate a soul teammate you saw to it that we meet because he pried apart my eyes and then he began to show it the tools to use to find my muse who told me I’m a poet but know that I’ll admit it every time that I will spit it I was once a man who couldn’t barely handle it if you could simply be the candle I will be the wick and be ripping through the wax inside this never ending pit of hungry basement emcees a hundred leagues below the mainstream but if I can’t ascend then I’ll just turn and dig to Beijing to show you I’ll do anything it doesn’t even matter though I’m platinum on the astral plane now crawling to my hole again to show my shadow I’m a showman I’m a rhyming shaman when I comment on the human drama caught up in the moment like the poem’s my true mama ‘cause it froze me like a semi-colon gave my life a comma then reborn into the birth canal he’s got a plan for grand finales never would expect it when his head was in the clouds because he whispered little syllables but now is coming loud because I’m proud I finally found the cloud that tells what I’m about and I will use this sound repeatedly as mystical and magical ingredients keep feeding me the rhythm just possesses me it grabs the lesser me and it detects me then ejects me and propels me to an entity you’re bound to learn this lesson too I found it even bested doom but if you need a hint then I’ll be hanging from the crescent moon to scream then let it echo from the chamber of this tube that’s my windpipe dream echo from the chamber echo from the chamber echo from the chamber of this tube that’s my windpipe dream

there’s no need for disrespect for it’s the word that does connect us yet the furious perpetuate the fate to state a million different ways to claim the enemies we hate but that style is overplayed so say goodbye to yesterday and say goodhi to the next decades the renegades are with me and the future we can see this phase a hazy memory and viewed as rudimentary when countries were defined as just some other country’s enemy combine and find the words that will just channel all this energy to peek and see the melodies beyond the next millennium I promise they’ve abolished everything that we’ve acknowledged as the best way to astonish and they’ll think we lacked the knowledge that a verse could end the curse and only words could meet the needs to change humanity when complemented by a drum beat the rhythm’s my religion ‘cause it freed me from my prison and indeed expanded vision finally recognized the prism and everything it’s meant to me and centuries they will claim something that would move you that KRS was Moses and Rick Rubin was the Buddha you’da thought we couldn’t ever let the wicked hate dissolve we’d never tap into the mainframe hit the button to evolve but as this Earth revolves there’s evidence we’ll say some things that currently seem shady pleased to meet you Mrs. President I hope she’ll be a lesbian along with her First Lady God the word is just a drug to me and lately it’s been rubbing me and lifting me above to see so many billion tortured souls that multiplied my empathy surrendered to the remedy that hit me so tremendously one day it told the truth to me to take it back to basics no more complicated matrix if we’d contemplate our hatred and just shed it for what’s sacred maybe drop our masculinity and swap it for divinity we’ll find it is the missing key to go to where we need to being led by all the emcees this is just my plea go find a microphone and speak because I truly guarantee that it will stimulate your circuits be your newfound shot of Bailey’s your stardom Barnum circus it will give your life new purpose ‘cause the rhythm is a liquid made of rhythmic aphorisms it’s a nectar come and sip it then just grip the mic and rip it right but let it drip with deep insight and what about the men with only venom when they spit we will abstain from all those poseurs with ferocious Halitosis we’ll refrain from all their flows until they stop the pain to know this: this art form is too precious yes especially the precipice that space between the tongue tip and those mighty hungry lips simply equipped to give a verbal kiss forget the physicalness the music is unaging and unchanging certain perfect bliss the gift is in the wrist that gets possessed by instrumentals that help find the divine shrine lost between the temples ‘cause the spittle gets you high with riddles written with the middle eye/I am showing I’m improving I know that I’m succeeding when you think I wrote this shrooming from the taverns to the caverns of the mind is where I traveled after calculating all the cash and brain chunks I unraveled but the radiance of cadence when annunciated right will get you higher than when fire is applied to a crack pipe no need to make it cryptic we can rip it with specifics won’t be meeting J.D. Salinger to read the Mayan Calendar the goal’s to be an Orpheus no other Neo’s Morpheus the Greek man that I speak of let words flow from every orifice he had the best provider supplier of the fire and the water and the earth the whole distributor of all our mirth gave prior to and after birth and when I first did get my verse I knew that it was on because my first recorded track did look exactly like the Parthenon a rhyme philosopher I’ll speak it like the Gospels Lord a humble servant of the Word what an omen knew it then and still it’s known that I’m a shaman I meant showman loving every single moment that I get to rip a poem that’s strictly for the message but if money’s ever earned I’ll just be sure to count my blessings then will scratch a match on cash just to sit and watch it burn would be symbolic of the hell I know I surely would have learned then will continue with my pride and will just show you what’s inside me and what I do attest to my creed beliefs and my purpose that I’ll search the Earth and bleed for not simply to undress you but in hopes that I might bless you I’ll manifest I will not rest I’ll find my spine and will profess in each and every session obsessing and confessing questioning the word of power ‘cause it’s always getting twisted people think they get the point when all they’ve done is missed it ‘cause it’s measured in the funds then collected and connected to artillery and guns they’re ejected from perspectives which the militaries front for running for the borders with their gunnery disorders to accomplish fiction missions but when viewed from my position they’re enacted for commission you expect me to empower this? that kneel behind the shield technique is quintessential cowardice we need to redefine this ‘cause true power doesn’t come from that which only causes blindness and how will we accomplish this one mission that’s the ultimate? harness what’s inside the self completely fall in love and be a vessel with a message a container and a conduit there’s no explaining what it is that dwells beyond the cranium missing information that is richer than uranium the leaders we’ll be taming them we’ll hammer home those hammer heads who stammer when the gift is said condemning Alpha Men by twisting bending Alphabets we’ll spill the lyrical syllables that are eternally refillable drill them peel them kill them feel them showing they’re residual outstanding individuals will find in on the Spiritual Plane it sounds insane but me and you we are the same and just to show you’re not alone I will externalize the pain we are eternally the same which is why I won’t attack I’ll never be a human that will lose or sell his soul I’d rather choose to give it back

they intimidate the masses with their imminent disasters then obliterate foundations and incinerate establishments air assaults and massive hits on innocent and passive kids it always makes me trip because it’s crazier than acid hits incriminate the fascists always acting like they’re activists eliminate the taxes that manipulate the pacifists a portion of our paychecks to distortion of a habitat resistance is their nemesis nothing’s changed since Genesis persistence with the pen won’t miss a single truth they dare to twist dissonance does not insist existence of a terrorist but if they say it does I’ll choose to disavow this heritage leaving all my Forefathers with nothing but embarrassed kids a nation’s obligation’s evolution of humanity someone tell my leaders don’t pollute me with insanity contribute to dismantling a country an Earth man’s purpose since birth is unity with God accept impunity I’ll not their immunity is bought world community is fraught with this lunacy that’s taught listen: how many more years and really how much longer ‘til we finally take the steps that will make our spirits stronger ‘cause really in the end all we really are is vessels be receptive to his blessings and manifest this message: peace

as long as I connect with minds I swear I won’t inspect the lines regardless of the numbers I’ll reject the over-under I’ll proceed to feed those hungry minds injecting doses of the rhyme it’s evolution at its prime could revolution through the rhyme be the solution to the crime this institution’s had its time retribution through the mind it’s time for change as long as I connect with minds I swear I won’t inspect the lines regardless of the numbers I’ll reject the over-under I’ll proceed to feed those hungry minds injecting doses of the rhyme it’s evolution at its prime could revolution through the rhyme be the solution to the crime this institution’s had its time retribution through the mind it’s time for change I’m liberated and riveted by the gifted and sophisticated poets whose invigorated goal it is to blow a hit with smoke that rips and supersedes the mercury with poetry that lifts degrees strictly metaphorically that he or she whose flow can be the impetus to instantly collectively creatively inspect me when I’m jaded then just make me separated from insane calamity and anything and everything that’s linked to human life  the one who always takes me to a different state of mind the one who doesn’t peddle and the one who never settles for indifference of the blind the one who only does it for the Spiritual Development far apart from artists who just do it for the hell of it and trappings from just selling it the blessing they’re not sharing it the lesson they’re not telling it a single word of wisdom they’re not simply ever spelling it so I choose to use emcees who follow points of view that whisper louder than the rantings of the hollow fools just yelling it because this is a power ability to shower the hungry souls that need to feed on sweetness not the sour and the way to make them hear it is through lacerating lyrics and intoxicating spirit every time that they are near it some deny it yet they fear it what I speak of is divine that sends a tingle up the spine which will then mingle with the mind and manifest into a rhyme and it’s obvious and evident when consciousness and common sense are melded with and honored with the lyrics that are Heaven-sent compared with those generic hits through scientific ‘xperiments the one that shows embarrassment has Spirit that’s less prevalent when leaning towards the decadent true meaning is irrelevant if looking for the Soul then you have found the missing element and what about the beat yes the bare bones minimum the lack of the cacophony will prove to only show that I’m not off and I’m not phony when the syllable’s delivering directly from inside the mind to hit you from your side that’s blind the goal’s to make you feel sublime to row across the sea and finally go where we’re supposed to be to show to those that only see it as pretend and fantasy that we’re indeed supposed to know this living breathing Entity I’m just describing imagery defined as Creativity and of course I love this art form nothing more I love in life alas at times I am provoked and get a fetish for a knife to cut the chords of microphones of those who rhyme for spite puppet stooges who abuse it and I find it so amusing when I flip their CD over and still cannot find their music I play their vinyl backwards but they never truly prove that they do it for the Love yes for that feeling from Above and if they race to get their guns I’ll just embrace them with a hug if they race to get their guns I’ll just embrace them with a hug and if they race to get their guns I’ll just embrace them with a…