I’m not fine, peace of mind stuck at a stop sign
Besides rhymes, I feel like there’s holes in my plot line
Caught trying to make the devil promise he’d stop lying
Calm as I am, probably seems like that I’m not trying
My triumph is I’m a master of odd science
Not god or highness, nor am I a peasant or a tyrant
I’d rather spend my time writing
Words that’s awe inspiring
Searching my whole environment, rewiring my wiring
Hoping you all admiring…..
This methodical musical meditation…
Therma’s audio innovation… (Therma Music!!)
Drum placement adjacent to cutting and pasting
In terms of relations. I guess I’d say I learn from patience
I yearn for days when sun shines down on my frayed skin
Amen, cause most men thrive as they sin
Tasting success must feel so amazing
I imagine. That evil is ancient
That’s just a fraction, this ain’t just rapping…
A warning something’s about to happen
That’s not surprising unless your brains been bound for napping
The sounds of the madness, the music that compounds my sadness
(MUSIC Sadness…)
Go round the planet, feet touch down on ground and granite
Mind gets grounded, never let my soul get stranded
My strict standards ensure my rhymes are all a bit slanted
I spit candid, and still they Rip Van it (Still they sleep)
I don’t panic, just add another color to the canvas
For the some the plan is focus on the now like cameras
Focus on what matters, plus flows and patterns
I guess you gathered, those who don’t get it, don’t even matter