The beat you can't repeat,
   my flow's last defeat,
     will not be obsolete
            some teach
            some preach
             but i reach
             then breach
what others cannot see
even when they seek.
          For it's only seen when the weakness, and darkness, and harshness of Soul, disappears.
                                   As clear as the near drop of Life spills down your throat
                            As the lips slips and drips Truth that the Conscious Cannot Hide.
But it must be released
Or it will become deceased
            And crawl back to the Corner of the Mind
Where through the Door,
                         leading,
                              retreating,
              ­                       to the Imagination, Creation, Manifestation of Thought, Individuality, and Soul
The whole of the creature made up of this, separates it from the rest..

                Though all else is the same,
                                   aggression, survival, with no protection but skin
                                              Nothing guards our Minds..