Saturday, January 11, 2014

kali free write

been doing this scene 4a while now
visionary capillaries capped off
tapped out
trying 2understand the heart of this strange land
get into the under tow
uniqueness flows
& so it goes...

a woman waves her orange flag at me
her intentions
only God can see
my focus is on the 1’s from my lands of the free
i get 2them cause i'm all of we

the 1’s who know its some other shit goin on & can’t nobody say the say
so we all just talk LIES mixed w/ALIBIES
stirred with a silver spoon
from a russian witches kitchen

MMHUH EVEN MURDEROUS SPIES PUTTING  MARKED UP SIGNS CROSSED UP NEIGHBORHOODS AND YALL WONDER WONDERING  WHY YA AIN'T PROSPEROUS IN THIS LAND OF PLENTY...

and this is the way new worlds fed in despair
get formed
unusual
mentalities
stretched across time bending frozen quaked zones alternate realities
I GO 2 THE DOLLAR STORE & WHY THE SHAMPOO GOTTA SPILL & THE CHECKER FULLY TATTED GOTTA WIPE IT UP AND THE KID LOOKIN AT ME LIKE WHERE U CAME FROM LADY & ME GIVE A SHRUGG LIKE I DON’T KNOW KID ITSA CRAZY FREAKIN WORLD BUT DONT LET ME SPOIL THE JOURNEY BY TELLING U THE STORIES ABOUT THE HAUNTED HEALERS STILL DOIN BOTH haunting and healing & IT AINT EVER GONNA END SO I BUILT THE HEAREAFTER 4 OUR ALCHEMISTS SELVES ITS CALLED SANDYTOWN mmmhuh its real
i’m trying 2stay calm
but the beastly one is my wailing song
gorrilla wild bitch
firestarter charmer
protects my innocence
from the 1’s who eye me on
some devilment
smiling the good smile  but only around 2cut my heart out
but i got my own way 2 set off the alarms
mastered mirror skills since the times plagues were born
every curse against me let it be
rising seas
tsunamis
cataclysmic disasters
i am the final chapter
&  naw
this aint supposed 2have
a rhymers intent only
supposed 2b
free write
washed in sacraments
beyond what evil sent
bring the bless
4the enlightenment

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