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