and sometimes i take old words, and make them new

I lost my mind so I came and made my dreams a reality

These words be trapped in my mind like a complicated lie

They flow so effortlessly this shyt is easy

See I hit licks with the pen, so siqk they addicting

My mind is an orgy of word play

and my thoughts make love while my imagination is fuqkin the shyt out of me

Then My soul orgasms similes Onto the page

my words Be tryna get heard,

tempted to take my show on a microphone tour

on stage channeling the greats

paying my respects to the man

who swore the revolution will not be televised

I bow my head in silence of his forever closed eyes