a different planet
if time is granted, than i will some day soarfrom the from the floor, the deepest elevationon a different concentrationa different mind setI can't even figure it yet, very abnormalthis just different, nothing formala mentality to conquer, a poetic monster isto emerge, literature herbit's verbal narcotics for my nervesdissect the average intellectwith a savage dialecti committ to this and breathe it likeoxygenwith no plans on stopping it until I somedaysit on cotton and Augusta, in my zone nowa brain rusherthis is differrentso dont attempt to understand thisi'll dissect and throw you to poetic forensicshear it and let it finishno pen or pad in front of me, straight off the top of my dome, rhyme astronomysomeday I'll hit home in this twisted mainstream radio economy