I before me
I told them it wasn't my fault, I’m just its channel
They tried their prescriptions
but this illness exceeds my DNA
It lacks description
through my freaky-absurd intuition
Reality stroke, I ain’t art but art is I
Such a stroke was able to envision tha blind
Inside, lies we
They left, we right and bleed
On my scrolls it’s more than ink that sinks
My platter non-silver, I was taught to fish
Seed fishin’ and fake dissin’
Wow snap a pic soulful pixels
Now hold my hand and let we be lifted
Back to tha phase before tweeterin’ tutoring existed
In his image not physical but tha other spiritual maybe
I met tha arty me via mental curiosity
Now bling-blink your inner I may see
Who you ought to be
Mind, body and soul
I’m a journey untold
May it be, because I embarked ought to mould?
Mould this life, non-glittering
Whiles we sense filtering
Mirrors are liars, now cuff what they be mimickin’
So we can see tha light that slightly flickerin’
They said we retards and offered their mercy
Hold up, how about read, arts
and indulge on tha wealthy mentally
Even when tha corpse is no longer soaked in red juice
There's mumblin’ about my depart
I wont be dead, just switched residency
Ma shades not even though there's too much darkness around
I stole a glance then for-faxed to today in a form
of this dome and pad I wrote
You owe you, you
Seeked for your will I got your bill
Calling for ears to pay attention, now listen
Physical to tha physical
spiritual to tha, tha usual
We soul filling when living
in formats beyond tha plural
