it's not tangible

you feel when you know its real

and i be wildin like everyday my born day

i said it best when i said nothing

echos still paid a visit

vying for a new perspective

time that i face the stigmas

sight of my own reflection

lines that i fed the village

shrugs for the acquiescence

lies just to spare their feelings

home be the place of refuge

live for the scenic cause it's vile on the island

and i found myself stuck in the interludes

dismiss the fear of being you

and he kept a botched cadence

'cause its 9 to 5 to the pine box in spite of failed negotiations

win loss record breaker with disillusion

mutiny for all known naysayers

bloodlust in the bank statements

the skyline bleeding reticence

another moment in the new york not worth a mention

every queens bound love letter

forged a makeshift measure from a gift of sweet nothings

now the newspeak sacred

who pulled the strings until the marionette embraced it?

a strange fate woke docile

fit for the land of selling freedom gospels

a king amongst the godless

midas touch junk scientist of squalor

skip the pleasantries we straight to waxing philosophic proper

weaponized the tedious bet pascal's wagers hollow

singing high noon through the shipwreck

side note: spit like black clouds swallowing chernobyl left no survivors

or something colder than the younger dryas

purified. ran it through refinement.

struck gold now we burn ether

subterfuge to substitute i felt slighted.

sixth sense shook the sequence.

still some semblance of the stasis speaking.

soul in my strut plus muscle in my hustle

even stole a lone page out a dream fever

goose-stepped with the last vestiges frequent

antique future primitive treatment

ghost in the drum machine electric sheep team leader

either wade in the water or find a way to come to gunga din's defense

i'll save the rest and they ask