Imagination: Running

Ayo this one

Ay this one's for the theoretical
For the priests who never press beyond the vestibule
For pseudo intellectuals with lectures full of conjecture ruled by hypotheticals
Weaponized to malign the ethical
I'm aiming at your hyperbolic spectacles
While straying from your knowledge to a separate school
Rigidly praying from an apostolic set of rules
For melodic textuals in response to the skeptical
But I stress to be exceptional and press to sketch a session full
Of wounds turned wombs that'll bloom the impregnable
See we refuse to be doomed to be used for decimals
You say that isn't right, but we refuse to be legible
This is fearless filled lexicon
To juxtapose the appearance of these decepticons stuck
In prose and lyrics composed to progress the cons
Yet I'm calm
Mourning no morning, I see no threat to dawn

I hear and see

Beautiful melodies and the usual yellow leaves
In meadows seen in scenes quite separate from where the ghetto screams
Nothing but "Hello" and "Leave"
Some reverence for Elohim is just enough to bellow grief
But not enough to settle greed
Pianists key an ode to it, cellists let the cello lead
The little boy who's grade card is bearing all 7 C's
Who sits in class and stares off dreaming to fare the 7 seas
Quite unaware of the specifics
Or statistics
That suggest it's best that he neither expect or prepare to be 17
There's a prayer topic for you after the song's done
After your financial prayer, cause that's always the long one
This is surface level turned urgent level
This is repentance before your soul reaches purchase level
My wife and I evade this in private conversation
But I always knew that demons would start eavesdropping
Once Eve dropped in
Then my seed dropped in
And my knees dropped then

And that's when God reminds me
Good is often enemy of great
And what we call great can be the enemy of godly