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My natural inclination
Is to create a better illustration
Of what is usually difficult to define
Which happens to be the very painful
Sometimes confusing and agonizing thoughts of my mind.
I try my best to define in rhyme
But I could never suggest, I could do it in just one line
I’m just not that good with words
Or so I’ve heard
At first I dismissed the spoken word
But then my mind it disturbed
But it then had occurred
I’m not doing this to get any credit or discredit at that.
I’m just playing with English grammar
The words are the ball
And my tongue is the bat
So I sit as I sat
Nothing like the cat in the hat
But I look back to what I currently spit
Compared to what used to get spat
Not just pat by me
But by the whole of society
The message commercialized
Is we should not be in mental sobriety
They just lying to me
Not just to you even if you don’t give a damn
Listen carefully
Cause I’m only trying to protect those who listen starting with my fam
I’m not the man when it comes to word play
But maybe one day I just may
It doesn’t really matter
At least I can say.
That I kinda had a gift to uplift
So I try to intellectually shift
The many thoughts of the world
My words are a gift.
More of a present
For the past, future, and present
Never hesitant
Translucent like a light
Which is how I would best be described
An old soul in a young body that some how is still alive
So like I said when I had initially started
I do this out of enjoyment
No need to spit anything cold-hearted.
I do it more so that I can have some release
Because only this kind of release
Actually gives me peace
Gives me peace of mind, and much needed peace of soul
And it eases my thoughts
So at times I write about the things I know
Not everything I know is truth
Not everything I’ve learned is called a fact
But I do my best to articulate my human side
With well formulated tact
I illustrate through my written dialect
To try to infect
But not infect to get you sick
But infect you with the anti-virus so you get strung & quick
Burn like a wick
Make you like a serpent
Slithery & slick.
But at the end of the day
It is my sorrowful inclination
With hopes I’ve searched and gained enough wisdom
To pass on my information
Some information could be a type of revelation and could offer you an illumination.
Illumination to better define your own mind
Cause the true battle of world
Is battle of the mind!
Whoever controls your consciousness controls your path
At least take that with a grain of salt
Rather than to sit back and laugh.
Well, its now time to end this regurgitation of information
Given to me by moments of clarity & insight
My proclamation of damnation is not words of wisdom given to fight
But rather to have an eager heart and ears that hear
Because the fact whether you believe it or not
Christ’s second coming is so very near.
SkTzO
