Through the Desert (pt.1)

[Propaganda]

I'm only gonna do like 16 at a time...cuz you guys got short attention spans and I haven't finished it all yet anyways.

I rode through the desert on a horse with no name
Blood boiled, felt like my veins coursed with propane
Searching for the answer to the question presented
Written in sand, "Who are you?", I ask, "There a lesson intended?"
Now I'm no Moses but there's a burning bush to my left
Smoke disappating above the horizon formed the word 'yes'
Disturbed, stressed, worried, I don't even know how I got here
I don't even know where here is, I'm only sure that I've got fear
And someone or something is asking me to find myself
Am I mentally poor and can't afford to buy my health?
Cuz I can't tell how real this is, I'm in need of psychobabble
Thrown from the horses saddle, faced a snake that politely rattles
I feel a spiritual presence, think it's the man who spoke
Told me something greater than you's responsible for the sand and smoke
Stood there pondering why he'd want me to figure out who I am
In a barren land like after the asteroid struck the Yucatan...

[Wordsmyth]

I'm feeling the creativity on this. I can here nah,nah, nahananana...as the hook with some sick beat to it. This could really go audio and bang catz in the head... :yes: Very nice.... flow was on, keep doing you god!

[theman080]

Dope shyt Props, you should do audio too...I got that same feeling when I read a lot of your shyt. I liked this tho, hopefully you finish it.

[Propaganda]

Thanks, yo.

[FaZedONE]

that was mad nice, come wit some more