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I was once an uncouth youth
That grew and emerged a demiurge
With the urge to verbally splurge
So I would choose to peruse the truth route
And assume a crew that would accrue proof
Because I knew as the winds blew
Id have to find a way to brew and slay as I slew through
Don’t try to misconstrue what this crude dude would do
Because I sought to be true
And so I flew through the nest of the cuckoo
Then morning dew became what was due
I then knew, a pair of testicular grew anew
And as I’d continue to fly on high Id still confuse brutes
And even defuse fools that I slew in truth
In which I’d include too, no excuse to be hidden and cooped
And so I emerged a revolutionary street troop to salute
With no ego ballooned in various colors and hues
I learned to discern and consume cues from an abused sleuth
All the while in style I’d investigate, from my chest to hate
No longer needing a vesper trait while I’d peruse schools and the fools
That needed an outside source to approve their dues, from dudes in the loop
Where Cholic and brute fools confuse truth with doom
Then I would uproot the root and plant a new route
In order to cause organized disorder and reroute the truth to energy boost
And disprove, those that tried to refute truth and the proof I’d choose to
Disprove the confused fools in the street pools that would only pollute you
And I continue to plant seeds to harvest some fruit
To hopefully help you compute TRUTH and not look up to the black suits
They can no longer redact TRUTH, but try to react and counterattack proof
A lyrical yet cynical golden goose has psychologically induced you
For trying to deduce that I’m here simply to accuse you
But I’m more like a Rubix cube and astute dude
Offering a parachute to, help you leap
Off the edifice as you stand at the precipice of lack of evidence
And SEE what truly evades or alludes you!
