W.I.Z.E.
04-16-06, 08:39 PM
If understanding’s a mystery…
I’m the epitome of the end product,
Stemmed in deep knowledge
Indeed I proceed with the speech to breach college,
Sorta unique how the weak seem to keep hostage.
Genetics seep into my lungs breathing out hope,
Each memory brings blood to my heart beat through my throat.
So words never confined to vain, or art-ere,
-evaluation is needed self-awareness in need,
The root is hardly seen up high and through the weeds,
constipation of thoughts is steadily killing we.
Impregnate with words knock the earth off it’s axis,
Yall say f..k the world but you bastards is flaccid.
Bless with verses on Sons day w/ palms up,
No April fool, Passover the non believers,
The chase for loot, has the odor to Con achievers
Complacent youth, mass disorder, can deceive us,
To Rape the truth, mass culture can mislead us,
Liquors in cans and liters Planned by the leaders,
So lace your boots, mock necks, pants and sneakers.
Enchant through speakers, intoxicated with life,
Drunk off my daughter, congratulating my wife.
Any day you could be your last in the blink of an eye,
So ask yourself have you done everything that you tried,
Better yet, don't take for granted the life you live by,
Live for the moment but also what it'd be like if you died
I’m the epitome of the end product,
Stemmed in deep knowledge
Indeed I proceed with the speech to breach college,
Sorta unique how the weak seem to keep hostage.
Genetics seep into my lungs breathing out hope,
Each memory brings blood to my heart beat through my throat.
So words never confined to vain, or art-ere,
-evaluation is needed self-awareness in need,
The root is hardly seen up high and through the weeds,
constipation of thoughts is steadily killing we.
Impregnate with words knock the earth off it’s axis,
Yall say f..k the world but you bastards is flaccid.
Bless with verses on Sons day w/ palms up,
No April fool, Passover the non believers,
The chase for loot, has the odor to Con achievers
Complacent youth, mass disorder, can deceive us,
To Rape the truth, mass culture can mislead us,
Liquors in cans and liters Planned by the leaders,
So lace your boots, mock necks, pants and sneakers.
Enchant through speakers, intoxicated with life,
Drunk off my daughter, congratulating my wife.
Any day you could be your last in the blink of an eye,
So ask yourself have you done everything that you tried,
Better yet, don't take for granted the life you live by,
Live for the moment but also what it'd be like if you died