Submerged in deep seas, I hold the scriptures burning
There must of been slut mary, if the other was a virgin
Invoke the serpent, I swim in the depths of the deserts
Cus the grains of expression fall like shell's from the weapons
Tounge stepping, mouth running, the vocal sprinter
Im chasing the light on the beach, but it's power grows dimmer
I realise death is promised, but imagination isn't
Cus the leafs of my scroll's will breath my creation's wisdom
Graff'in the massive arm's of my creative construction
My art form embosses flames of raging combustion
Marking territory, the milky way is the gate to my gallery
Magically, expression exposed in the o-zone's callories
Smooth like butter on skin I chase the colors of the wind
Swift freelancer, whisking colors on mother nature's chin
I shine like black and white moonlight, blind sight's
Hopeless thoughts are captured in my creative life's
My brains division divides the reality side to illusion
Combined into a compound, I bomb sound in my music
Bombard the elements, I sit on the star's thinking
With my pen and pad, my hearts content..........................