Standing Ground

I be faint like a crook with his gimmick written over / looking over shoulder / barely missed the boulder / lucky like a clover / through the gate before it's closure / extinguish hate with the moan of pleasure / my hormonal leisure is never over weight, but damn that shit is heavy / and if you curious girl you dun have to wait cuz I already got five fingers under your belt they're furious as fuck and bound to bust the leavy / a thousand crawling cracks and please believe that ain't water that fills the space / I pry open my rhyme book and between the pages I got 88 keys that lay in wait still and breathing as a woman's lace / I pluck with my pen / and amplify with my tongue / with these two hands is how I bring the bass man with the purple glow of my instrument that's how this song is sung / black and white and all the tones in between / from fuck until fight from dark into light from struck into struck I play your tune perfectly / I do not recognize the color but the sound is so familiar / so if these vibrations lend your ear, then splendid / we'll let one another be the paths upon which we slither, suspended / as we dance back and forth the flame of the torch only rising higher / the trance and perfection / the beauty how at it's mere suggestion / I see before me only progression / direction's in the back seat but he is still driving / there's always dead lines to meet / so I make malleable my space and my time cuz I believe that I can make any and everything into anything I want simply with the power of my will and the machine of my mind / and I believe that we are all gods within our own eternal divine / /

and in my own life / /

man I can tell you that I am not finding what I'm looking for /

and I hope that I never fucking do / /

I be faint like a crook with his gimmick written over / I be slight as the shadows that I'ma ripping through / second looking over shoulder / barely missed the boulder / lucky like a clover / yea that's how I fucking do.