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see lately I'm stressin, over some complex questions..
if this is testin my character, is character a blessin?
humdrum, young dumb, hitchike with the suns thumb..
wait, let me elaborate so you know exactly where i come from..
i've waisted 20 years bein waisted, shootin pairs of shots..
but..does the realization of greater purpose make that statement a paradox?
poor circumstance makes good for organizing priorities
perfection is lost when you treat the other half like the majority..
i can't point fingers, we were both entitled to more..
but the lies opened my eyes to realize what trial is for..
instead, when we rested, conclusions crept in..
tears wept, when words sung are used as weapons
theres a serpent within me, tongue resembles a pitchfork..
intelligence is a priceless element, my lips spit, drips quarts
but in a land where even God's gifts have a market that
makes me a target for black markets to beat me till my heart is black...
no 3rd party needed, it's hard to see my hate makes me indigent..
hate so intimate, that love becomes a benefit..
I know God shows compassion for the struggle cause he's bringin' it..
How can I deny his existance, while ink bleeds from my finger prints..
and to view my last words^^ in similair difference is health..
I can use metaphors to prove, or prove that a metaphor is proof in itself...
if seein is believin, and the atmosphere is the topic...you can't watch it...
Yet God is a theory and you choose not to adopt it..
when Explanations from scientists are vague and their truth was brewed in the stealth..
why not believe in the one theory that can help explain you to yourself..

Started speakin loud, proudly announcing the ways that I feel
But was silenced when dreams of greatness became real..
I felt arrival, the clouds embraced me gracefully..
visions of the essense of true blessings put faith in me..
Being a seed planted at the bottom of the mountain seemed basic
first it hurt, than I saw that my growth could only add to the basin..
and in any being, it's the structure, the roots under the surface..
that makes fools who feel worthless, discover a purpose..
absent chivalry is climbin, some brutalize the valiant..
Which leaves me no choice but to utilize my talent..
God sent me down to hell to help it's residents reach us..
self expression is the method, listen to the language i speak of..
the art is a lost religion, it's people slowly turned our steeples chrome..
so God hurries the sun of hermes to bring his people home..
people use Gold chains and crosses, to show others God balls with them..
They can't see. So my duty is to expose God from with-in

Damnit, how can i be a liar..

when I'm too close to the fire, for the truth not to perspire..
The truth is, It's dire, that I expose how to fuse my views with desire..

So, I'm ready to meet destiny, with no expectations of pay off..
I say cost, is our future if i can't break up the chaos..
Not only that, only rap is the piece of what brings peace to me..
free is nothing, so it's hard to accept creed easily..
so i wrote a piece, that froze the beasts...and im' wishin
to cease the flow of the 3 free flowing seas, and have them listen..

with that in mind, relax, allow your mind to be molded..
the sign of the times is a state of mind where silence is golden..