Flowin' Prose

I'm flowin' prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm schemin' rhyme against reason like it was flow against know
But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise
To the interconnectedness that underlies

The lies upon lies have lost their meaning
The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being
Over and over, I fall, I learned to walk from a crawl
It's not sad, it's just the way and the purpose of it all

Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt
Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt
I steal feels from reels, but I pay my respects
Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects

Words are water as I court her, as she is pristine
Words and mics fall to dust and all that's left is the feelings
I give in and I win, I try to never complain
Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage

But I'll remain sane, makin' gain without pain
Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the refrain
And keep it positive as painstaking as it is
I'll never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live

I'll never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live
I'll never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live

So like a cloud carries rain, I'm gonna carry my rhyme
Coming like thunder with lightening timing
No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans
Ferment time like wine, no ploys or scams

Like the islands got the oceans in the endless seas
Ideas flowin' through me, an answer to my pleas
Woke up this mornin' right out of a dream
Reached for my pen and pad 'cause my mind was on a rhyme scheme

What can I do with these bones and flesh?
With these animated thoughts in a world repressed?
I'm going down like the rhythms on the winds of change
I'm keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range

I'm flowin' prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose
I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Garvey and King
His Holiness and all enlightened beings

I'll be the one to scream it on the microphone
I'll be the one to bring it inside your home
But the words ain't mine, I just pass 'em along
For Betty Williams and her friends, I sing this song

And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes
And more crimes are committed as I say these lines