prism

#UST lost in a prism, a geometrical ufemisim, ya connectin' the dots, I've been in a cell lost in my thoughts while locked in the metaphorical prison, flow so wet it's shapless like water when I'm spittin', i treat my verses like fluidous mental liquid, lyrics perfectly moldin' in like the pefect cups of tea made up of instrumentation, I rap this deliver as if its wrapped by lyrical inspiration, ta spitt dipictions that hits an inflicts kenetical motion as mental imagery that's skipped past attempts, as a actual memory embedded visions. i need an intervention, these unfinished fractile frictions endlessly keep repeating at each intermissions, it seems I begin an enter a mission, in ta another mission, than another, its like I'm a mirror staring back at my own kind, its never endin'