The odyssey I’m on it seems locked in

This will honour me if I honour it

For your playlist I wasn’t picked

But inside my brain it’s my hypothesis

More like common sense

Consider me opting in

The mic looks at me like the green goblin

I breathe oxygen, my teeth sunken in

Imagine me wondering what’s a mirror to a clearer view

Peer review, steering through 

Where were you when the weather grew ahead

And blew my head in two severed looking like I never knew

My higher purpose was to write the verses

Hmmmm quite concerning, 

Guess what I am learning, rhymes are perfect 

Feeling like a sky that’s worshipped

Blind and nervous to a guy who earned it

Insightful wordsmith in bible verses

Kill you off like Michael’s nurse did

Ceiling’s off when I just burst it

Cliff top meditation

To Hitchcock’s generation 

Till lift off levitation

Tip top mental shape I’m in

The hip hop LeBron James 

The long ways to stomp face

Like ink blots that’s on page

My wings stop and fly away

If I write a verse a day 

At the height of my worst mistakes

Maybe I’ll learn to say the shit I never learned to say

Able to purge the page I’m a prick like an urchin blade

Cursed and crazed I see red like that character that Kirsten plays

Burst in flames I got 3 heads one for each person’s brain’s 

I earned this lane, worked it until it’s worth its weight

Public perception something to mention 

This art form is my crutch and my dentures

When I clutch on my pen just, my blood starts to ember

I crush all the dead shit and become what I’m meant to

Turned to the glass wall

Had a long hard look at the wrong path took

Stop start crook until I found this art form

And God’s laugh shook the core of the planet 

And I stored all the magic in awe of the traffic

Transporting the masses

The baby faced, AP hater 

Pen of a navy great 

Plainly placed on this 8 bar radar

AB keyboard with crazy space bars

The shit that made me delay start 

Was fear that people maybe hate art

But the reason we say we make ours

Is the shit in the mainstream’s brain farts

But what’s in my brain, soul and brave heart

Would burn holes in campaigns goals and page charts