My brain works just like jerk chicken, too heavily spiced to see just what heaven was missin'. I'm sippin' on the same old shit but if you asked all of the angels they would call that shit permiscuous. I'm sick with this, lyrical jealousy I think that I see clearly but I'm clearly missing in, vernacular my tactics are manufactured, I'm an actuality of something I never captured. It's like being a pastor without having a master no grace of God to ever lead the cattle to the pasture. Saturated in a culture of replace never face their inner demons while there team is screaming out STOP, you got all of the props but never nothing to top the mock sentence. Acceptance pure it's in form a retort duh is clearly born to perform is a noble act but no one ever asked you so they report the act and back! To the start from where we come, a gradual accumulation of what's to come. An inevitable sum, hire a detective before the battle is won. The war pushes past to project upon the prism, but eternally the light refuses to reach the prison. And wavelengths forget the strength that it takes, just to reach and make the future shake. They speak blanks, but refuse to acknowledge that the future isn't held in pages but preached among the polished. Story tellers, pursued by the admonished and searching for a future floating creativity and colics. Marble figures go figures, the weather changes in my mind like pictures, I'm too timid to speak these scriptures these rigours are tough for some education is easy but the search is never done. Reading rainbow, how classy and classic Kane and Able. We was always meant to explore but how how many of these lessons were we meant to implore?