like the mind interprets sounds
in movement akin to phonetics
all around the world
our vocab is vernacular
manifesting monoliths
with every dub breath
breathes flame thrower steps
like I'm fire on the inside
oxygenated on the regular
grin wide grim wise
I got the grimoire packed with good intention
convex direction 'til it's something sly and circular
a thousand cycling spells of suspension
a thousand cycling spells of suspension
to mislead the grime lies into new times
they move in many ways any ways
my mind bouncing it strays
like any and everything plays every day
man I wish I could stay but when I lay
my body pulls me in every way but linear
my steps in trance
the cleft clef leaves me deaf
if you bleed me fresh
I'll blend right into the piss
if you bleed me fresh
I'll blend right into the piss
never to be missed
cuz in death I never left
my prospective just shifts
my vision only lifts
my provision never sits
still for too long
singing the same song
repetition along with faith
it can only ferment
and so I spit it one more time
yes I spit it again
my honesty is eternal
perpetually replenished
coalescence in the afterglow
after death I'm never finished
flowing on tomorrow
whispering winds say I'm blessed
I don't acknowledge and I don't question
keep my head up even in sacred sorrow
live as if every moment is my first
I don't thirst the universe keeps me wet
my bed head my method fermented
replenished one more time spit it
REPLENISHED there I said it
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