What an interesting question
From which derive many suggestions
Of other worldly complexions
In this secluded section

That is we

Moving forward not back
Taking no amount of slack
Making an abundance of facts
While we engage in numerous acts
Of self-inclined attacks

On the

Ungrateful and lost souls
As I continue to roll
Through these lyrical folds
And venture into the untold

Dimensions of outrageous pensions
And leave you with tension and suspensions
From...

Discreet and up beat yet noticably weak
That don't come close to my
Smooth yet sly
Outrageous and tenacious lyrical rhymes

But this, is only a glimpse
Of my vision

Unity among divisions of
Mighty but timid minions while
We form our own opinions about
The CIA's top secret missions

All the while contemplating decisions like
How to stay outta after school detention and
How to earn my next provisions cuz

Lord knows it won't come free
And most likely won't be easy

But that's ok
Cuz I wouldn't have it any otha way
Some question why others say
This 15 yr old cat is gonna blow up one day
But my attitude aint lackadai-
Sacle
When I put pen to paper it's a spectacle
Cuz I'm O so cold

Droppin these rhymes like Steve Nash drop dimes
Make hell seem sublime
Now it's about that time
To encorporate in my ryhmes

That which is, My Vision

Dismissin the racism and
Intellectual oblivion
While composing perfect legions of anti-demons in seasons for reasons of

Compassion...Passin

My love from one person to anotha
Tryin to teach them how to smotha

The hate and distaste for the
Inordinate and irate
Cultivate and renovate
Then maybe we all can relate
And recieve some small remunerate

Nations embracin the day when peace wins
And triumphs ova discrimination

Kids lookin up to role models
Less teenage girls buyin baby bottles
Takin time not always in full throttle

When it comes
To our total brain sum
When it accumulates to less than one
Believe you can ammount to more than bein a bum

All it takes
Is believin and havin faith
But it can't wait
Cuz the longer it takes
The harder you're make-N

It
Each time the clock says tick-
Tock
It won't stop
Goin on and on
Like a sad love song

So realize
Before you demoralize
Look to the skies
For the One who made that sacrafice

Now I'm gonna pass the torch
To anotha young prodigy of sorts

I may not be the
Lyrical Evangelist
But I'm one of the
Most honest and realist

So maybe someone else would give us the privelage
Of offering up their vision