a ruse, trap, sham, blam, time tickin, meak aint blinkin, quicksand, with less resistance, i know i can win this, in the end, connect with the dimensions within, projection of all these lessons, without cockin dat smith n wesson, true evils never felt love, thats why angels send a pair of doves, as you peel those gloves, used to conceal identity, but now a days, thats just a grain of salt in the shaker, the heart is the tree of life, roots to the organs, misunderstood power plant, branchin out, thump thump thump, like a bass drum, fear, love, excitement, exertion, enticing the algorithmic circulation of iron rich cellular hemoglobin, aint stoppin until the time, of such a great blink it cant even be described, so i beg, i plead, jus know love is meant to be, show folks how to use this tree of life, it will open others sight, fight for whats right until the blink of that light