Internal Tissue Exercise
 

Brain and mind disconnected, restless soul I’m not your average stressed kid/
Insomniac depression learnin life’s lessons enough to have sanity compressin/
That’s why when I bust this my flow doesn’t do my words justice/
Equivelant of ancient Egyptian inscriptions, rustic, made by distant observers of sputnik//
That’s why wisdom is muscles, and knowledge is nourishment/
Tired of intelliegence being dismissed by bare skin on my chin//
Knowledge is an infinite fountain, yet how deep can thoughts actually get/
With a brain several inches in width and even less that in depth/
Yet at times synchronized, feel every heart pump and the digestion of my last lunch/
Like Dionysus creatin a new pleasure pluckin these lines from my mind like a grape bunch//
Create shadows in darkness, like yet burning nerves on recently charred kids/
Even if my skull was a roof, home wouldn’t be where the heart is//
In these curved concave walls my gray matter is hittin snakes instead of ladders/
Worse then being battered thanks to these repetitive three colour patterns//
Focused on the journey like climbing everest wit a lead-filled back-pack/
I’m a lightbulb with a lampshade, ready to shine but being restricted, held back/
Converging with convulsions, on the surface, body twistin like pistons with jet propulsion/
But underneath in my epileptic caccoon thoughts bloom and reverberate like percussion//
My mouth is simply a projector displaying my prolific thoughts/
Bought some new marbles with the intelligence I saught because my old ones appear lost/

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