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I love to write the tales of life
I tend to lean towards black and white
I'm living long but is it right?
I need to pray to gain insight

Tops of peaks
Mountains and valleys
If you don't feel it
I say "f*** you" gladly
Happily, readily, steadily
This my element, this is where
perceptions breed

I saw you on a ten speed
And thought about my lifes pace
I gain momentum slowly
It then becomes a tight race
I sometimes take the light rail
Because it comes with light rates
Other times I'm in space
Surfing on these light rays

Yo, and the story needs a sequel
A ending that suits it
Your mind might compute it
Make it sound accurate,
Story lines mastered quick
Predictions tend to make me sick
Put on a track and let it skip
Throw a coin and watch it flip
All of that's irrelevant

Cause I'm dodging the draft
I'm floating the current, riding a raft
Half of what I say is meaningless,
The other parts have a mass
They have a source of gravity
That sources from the melody
Rock heavenly this moment may be perfect
Totally blissful
Riding on from line to line
Giving you a fistful
Of new ideas that'll sooth the drought
Now excuse me, rains got it figured out

Rain and Hail 17

Drafts get written
I'm past tense tripping
Dances fringing like linen clothing
In always roaming maybe forever
As if eternity could sprout this mustard seed
I write till I bleed expressing all the passion
The wits and the phantom spirit that feeds
I need I need I need
Maybe I want
Warmth like an palm holding yours in mine
The flow expressive the notes are cheap but the message expensive always so pensive till the seal breaks along with the fences
The blaze makes an entrance and triumphs intensive like lamps and lanterns brought deep in mysterious caverns.
Shit this might be the rapture. Entering my dream state anyways I'm lucid living lavish in a dreamscape. It'll be okay maybe even gracious the quality of human being breaking out the matrix fuck a running aces soul sucking phases! I'm ready for the latest. Maybe not the greatest yet... Get me there. Get me there. Get me there.
I'm insnared and I'm hardly believing that things improve with time and the passing of seasons. Love it or leave it. At least it was scenic. The trees flow through me the grasses grow greener. Till it got wrecked rough and kinda fd up. I guess solar pled was the next test to give up. Proper timing and imoroper aligning the universe speaks but often its signing. Every cloud has its own silver lining. Behind them all the suns shining a river is widening.

Summer

I mean... what it look like I came here for?
Feel the bass in the place when you open the door
Feel your face when the mic lays you out on the floor
Like a stone in a lake breaking waves unto shore

I mean.. I've had a few double days before
But this rap shits a gift so I thank the lord
It's not often that I feel over worked
Tho fucking with the flow will get your feelings hurt

I mean.. just wait until the moment bursts
I mean.. time to rise up from the dirt
I mean.. Use your mind to unwrap the verse
cause when it's fully clothed you can't quench your thirst

I mean..

I said
Once twice now the beat stops, straight to the beat box.
 Bodies sway like wind through the treetops.
 We the MCS, key to the operation
Each with his specialty for communication.
Entertaining its an elegant art form
So step to the side while I preach from this platform
Thoughts are unformed motions are unborn
I speak with a gift that will hit like a hard storm


In the meantimee continue to write, off hours and the pen bleeds dark as the night
Going through the motion that ain't really my type, I'm observant of purpose,
that my motive is right
I said..
I drift to sleep under beats and breaks
I said
Falling fast  because I've got dreams to chase
I said
Can't toss over past mistakes
You have to know that you hold what it takes, and that's fate