DayDreams

Thirteenth day of the reversal
Hurt feet clay after rehearsal
Catastrophic symbiotic, semantics cinematic
Poetry is made at the edge of running water

The clones load is a stoned toad
There's the sense of something watching me from the sky
Presently, persistently, and yet genuinely gentle
Primed with mantras, existentially essential

Fear comes like a wind, what resists persists
You must willing to lose everything to gain it all
We tend to suffer silently
Uncertainty lies around the corner, explain-evolve

Archaic techniques of ecstasy practiced in the Crack between the world
What can you show me? Behind reality
Aside from objects of, cultural fascination

Multiple raps thats I'm making, surpassing the gap separating
The amassed from the amazing, try to battle me
And i casually, make a casualty out of any facility's
Faculty, fashionably causing tragedies

I move beautifully and tactically, accurately
And Consume fools like you do inadequately
The tree of life's apples low hanging, fruit
And i believe Adam sent me to speak the truth radically

I emcee, and thus
Move the crowd telekinetically
I say what they think, telepathically
I'm just sympathetic, empathically compassionate
And betta at using lettas to send em over instruments

The mission is to give attention by getting it
Through the witnessing and listening to magnificent
Raps that never lack passion, packed with acrobatic
Syntax, systematic synonyms within
Essential rhythms

I paint this picture within the stencil given, n easel paying respect to
Lesser evils, giving thanks to better people
I once knew a clever devil, she took me into the deep end
And let me sink until i hit the ocean floor beneath

Arose to the surface in form of a tsunami, tidal wave
With an army from atlantis, Poseidon's triton, stained
With the blood inflicted from self hate
This experience is here to remind you, you're okay

Imma killer without a mask, a drinker without his flask
A spitter without his raps, a hitter without a bat
Imma killer without a mask, a drinker without his flask
A spitter without his raps, a hitter without a bat
I'm the revealed truth
You feel me dog, i feel you

It's kills me dog, to spill blood
But we must fight for whats still true
Imma builder without his tools, children who outta school
The water out of a pool, revealed truth



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Johnson
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