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I’ve sought for PRIMACY through privacy
But THEY’VE kept an eye on me, unsurprisingly
Surveilled my existence since day one I had life in me
And the irony, is I've concepted my dynasty finally
And through a special vessel I was given an advisory
That I should advise guys with no disguise or anxiety
And for decades I’ve been seen as a threat to societal sobriety
Due to my mastery of semantics which is what’s best defining WE
But I’m just a polite guy with slight piety
That has ALWAYS spoken to have souls awoken
Even though my own cold soul was broken
Many sides to us that would fuss with distrust
With one in particular always ready to BUST
With a hair trigger temper, since that one day in November
WE all still recall and remember entering THAT December
One of us spoke clearly trying to endear me
And it said: What you’ve survived
Another fool would die
Just as quick as a hue could dye
And only a few would try, to live with that which you abide
And its true that both you and I
Might feel cool inside, but thoughts of suicide
Made me drink the pool of blood
And now the pool is dried
All the while my livers bile
Has its own venomous TEXT STYLE
While my higher self wears regal textile
As Im grieving, I believe I may be next now
Kind of perplexed WOW
Drenched in distress I confess HOW
I’m the native son
The contagiously outrageous one
Considered sacred, but made hatred fun
All the while been slaving none
But I’ve been enslaved since ONE
Child of three, and was never the favorite one
Yet one day I WON, even if I sighed and cried some
This ancient Mesopotamian Phoenician
Is fire breathing against demons & heathens
A grammatical Behemoth secreting syllabic semen
No tantric breathing but simplified semantic grieving
And as I unfold old scrolls to betrothed trolls
The sky unrolls like an ancient papyrus script
Pay attention to what your highness spit
Pure revelatory gory stories of olden days
Unfold the page like an emboldened sage
That’s elevated from days he was enclosed with rage
So just in case I may be encased
With a fiery taste of putrid paste
Im still not giving in to the inner darkness
The very cold flow in my soul that makes one heartless
I choose to be the smartest
And not have a heart so arctic & hardened
But Ive been bombarded by a wicked Jin
Some know him by the name of SATAN, that’s laid waste
Ive tried to create a trace of lineage, but why try this?
Lilith and her torn off hymen got many HIGH MEN
To fall to the floor and adore the whore
But little did she know what was kept in store for her core
So I implore to detour, yet the average
Man of madness would choose to explore
The girl next door, so the guy would try to flex more
I detest WHORES, because they’re tethered to the demonic realm
And I choose to spew super logic in the sonic realm
Time to taste this TONIC SPELL, yes GOD is well
Adonai & El Shaddai were mad at I
Because one eye focused on my spirit
But I’d bat an eye, yes this crappy guy
I was stuck in a stench drenched in trepidation
Thought He was a leader and could HEAD the nation
But instead I fed the hatred, when I met the matrix
That whet the matron and sped the patron
I confess this vagrant was so cold & vacant
Like a broken home, like the one I grew up in
Recognize I didn’t say raised in, because I wasn’t raised
Every day were seconds so depraved and death was craved
But a path was paved by this purposeful pariah
And I choose to introduce you to this recluse who could spew fire
I once knew higher, but then switched to a hierophantic scribe
The old me died and though parts of his consciousness survived
It was a simple courteous curt bribe, to never desert I
And now here we are more than stars that scar with bars
An internally brolic foe enclosed
That chose to only impose prose to expose the ignoble folk
Guess this circles back as I consider myself a noble soul
