Eyo

On the lone road I inhale magic in my Prone Throat
And watch Demons Dance in the mist of my Blown Smoke
Leaping Freelance Form taking Airbourne, Imma Flown Joke
Its funny, how I close my Eye's but my Mind Travels
And Rides Camels past the line of Sub Real Animals
A place full of ocean walls, A place of open torque
Where my creative motive force can storm emotion's mourn
I place where I feel warmth, And stride from this world's Icicles
You guy's stress with money, But I joice with my minds jewels
Life's full of too much questions
I touch the pen, my weapon for surviving this earths desert
Every letter I draw, Im mind stepping above the peasents
Im en-riched, submerged deep within the leafs liquid
Growing in photosynthesis, manipulating my deep twisted
Double Helix like complexion, I Sit in white room's, I sip whiskey
To me, theres more Thought in there then Einstien's Theory
Of relativity, that must mean my mind can lift
Mountains, like smoke Out from my Mouth of my Spliff
I Drift in my Mist, Hoping to find a key to Lock this Pain
Riding the Unicorn Across the Terrain Lost in the Plains
Of Thought and Expression, Im torn from the Weapons
Of there Mass Destruction, My Raps Summon Messages
The Gods offered me the gift of the Creative Dome
I refused in his offer, I wished to Elevate on my Own
Mystic Wizards Levitate between the Zone of my Ears
As I cast fear out onto walls, I fall and sit here
And glance upon my Rhythmic Side, Sipping Liquor
I Recite the Invisible Lines, And help myself to Dinner
Need energy to read all the books in my Invisible Library
To add Another page to my Mythical Mind Scenes