TO BE DISCIPLINED, VAGUE & MYSTERIOUS

More deceptive than serpents weaving the garden of Eden The star in the beacon, I'm haunted by the horrors of treason I started with thinking if living for tomorrow a reason? To see it to the end, cheating men breathing in the sea of sin Sink or swim The bridge of hope has broke we at the brink of Fin Im Stan Lee with the ink and pen As I tease and grin these dead pool of Niggas can't compete with him Light bearer spiked tiara thorns I was crowned with a uniquely brim Like Quin shi, terracotta squadron arts defends me Draped in Obi sashes my belt is wrapped with galactic ashes Master tzu, not many rappers is that compatible Regurgitating lines I've done created that's what actors do I'm crawling out the tundras, split the bread with my brothers, valleys of suffer We're Malnourished from droughts of supper Despite the struggling, them fights we tussled in It made for tougher men, pour the forty hope we see the summer's end Hellish moments I be smelling deaths aromas I know some niggas that'll do you colder than Pneumonia We haven't been the same since the Catalonia Spain invasion When they raided Niggas, just to sell your daughter to a rapist Shit they not ready for, embark on my metaphors Journey through my epics of knowledge and dark predators As I age, the pain of mental disdains kills the author in this phase Like strays sprayed to ya rib cage The plague harvesting lungs, like the sparked wheats raised from the sun, My life flash like the graze from a gun Cause it's dark as bubonic coughs, When I starve, it ignites the hawk, Like a Molotov tossed to ya Spinal cord My soul engulfed with a flaming phoenix, soaring through the arts Pierce hearts like the darts of an archer I'm deep I nestled in the jungles heat Where the leopards creep on decrepit beasts and weak lie through they teeth Stamped with abandonment and sex fetishes Slave to my flesh decadence, and text messages Pineal gland shines like the summer solstice Of the land where a man defined by a gun holster When combat approaches, adapt focus You find Lucifer's trapped soul soldiers where the coke is Ghetto trinity be Coke the holy mother, crack Christ leaving you with double crossing brothers Rap be the Scripture Bringing peace to incarcerated street disciples needing me to paint the picture Nuns be bitches, police be the swine, divine the prodigal son with chi in his spine So can I kick it? The f*ck I can't Been hard to love since the last bitch fucked my man's