Wit a lust to be real, I’m a demon devourer
Like a vampire, sirin desire
As an unquenchable fire, ya thirst is what drives you
How ya feel wallowin in the world
Crownin the scene like a King or a Queen
Flesh n bling the essence of the damned n some fam
Lost in, on the grind, in ya mind like those of our kind
Makin a fantasy of reality
As ignorant as a rock, cock blockin, space parkin
Tryin to be a hedonist, solicitin favor
Like a pimp or a courier, goin against a superior intellect
I’m like a polymath on the path to havin learned much
I’m encyclopedic in my mindset n consciousness
From my Soul to the Uomo Universal, in the physical
A 21st century renaissance man
In the normal sense a corporeal, like a specialist
A generalist comin full circle, not bein sacrificial to a heathen’s ritual
I’m a force to be dealt wit in the actual
Like Da Vinci, Albert E, Jay Z, Kanye n Lupe
I’m the genius IQue, a black Aristotle, piquin
Your ideology, makin ya obsolete as I refute you wit my philosophy
Against me ya don’t wanna test ya ability
That’s misery that’ll be keepin ya company
Tryin to reach ya goal, lackin control, bein unstable
Playin ya role as I unfold like knowledge exposed
Wit you juxtaposed lookin to shine
As I blind ya wit my mental brilliance that radiates
From within as resilience, I’m the dream for which you fiend
I can neva be you n unfortunately you’ll neva be me
Ya lackin in diversity, street n gangsta
Are just a degree, a fools reality, overlookin
How n why ya came to be, here breathin n breedin
Contempt n seethin, fearin the reason that ya life might be treason
Naked in ya gear, fitted in ignorance
Acquitted not convicted of real intellect
Bein a semblance, like 1 of ya peers, all you hood seers
Ghetto n retro, poor in abundance, against ya conscience
Morality corporeality held back til ya jumped, leaped into the now
Somehow not bein devoured, feelin empowered
Til ya foundation crumbles, rumblin as ya sink in quicksand
The impetus in ya mind, on the grind, on ya own
The iblis impulse, avarice is the source
On the obstacle course called Life
Dealin wit the stress n strife, blind to livin
Sufferin the residual effects of bein trife
Handlin bidness wit emotional input, without real guidance
A missile off course, bombardin the source
Voicin a modicum of, a semblance of intelligence
Pantomimin choice, ya only defense is ya mind
A blank slate, so ya come up lost, at what cost
Bein callow, youth is callin, callus to the truth
Wit surface strength, sallow n weak in the paint
Go go on instinct, shallow on the think, on the brink
In the tank, on logic, thuggin, hustlin, pimpin, ya birthright
In that hedonistic hat trick, livin in regret
When ya survive past the moment
You don’t own it, you was robbed of it
Via sex, money n drugs, music n movies is ya orbit
Maybe ya obit, blinded by youth
It’s only eternal as a mindset, unprepared ya fall into
Adolescence neva expectin maturity to catch ya
Drownin corrupt, all ya so called knowledge used up
Practicin the karma sutra instead of common sense
Neva wantin to be me, just better than me without the mentality
Or the footprints in Noesis.



Cleveland, United States

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