Take a look,
Deep inside your mind,
Don't be afraid,
You will be surprised what you find,

There is a lot that lays beyond your exsteria,
Your brain holds a lot of criteria,
Give yourself credit,
You're far more superior,

Imagine if we could use our knowledge,
To do better thing's,
Instead of getting in line,
like puppets on strings

So let your mind unwind,
Stay alert but, be kind,
The eyes are useless,
If the mind is blind.

We were given a beautiful world to call home,
A natural wonder,
we were once free to roam ,
Amazing landscapes and animals to look at in awe,
Until selfishness and greed,
was planted into our core,
Money was invented,
Which divided the rich and the poor,
Power obsessed tyrants, creating mayhem and war,


We couldn't unite,
Because of race colour and creed,
Even though red,
is the same blood that we bleed
Not willing to except each other's beliefs,

So now the pendulum swings,
And we prepare for our last sunrise,
I say these words with a tear in my eye,
It's sad but no surprise,
We created our own human demise. !!

I've grown a lot,
In many different ways,
No longer do I have such hidden rage,
Instead i let it out,

My thoughts are the ink,
That glides across the page,
My soul is no longer locked in a cage,

And even after I'm gone,
My mind is immortal,
It will last for an age.

I'm an over thinker,
my mind comes up with problems that don't exist,
Hook, line and sinker,
My thoughts are imprisoned in a dark mist,

Am i jumping to conclusions,
has my mind suffered an intrusion,
Is this real or just another illusion,
can someone please help me,
I can't handle this confusion...

I see the bandwagon trail,
ablaze once again,
Head hunters patrolling,
for blood stained skin,
Weapons in hand,
torches lit with flames of fury,
As they gather the masses,
to portray, judge and jury,
A Public execution is on display in the courtyard,
Sinners suspended from the hanging tree,
Barking freshly marred retribution,
Sought by bound shackles and wrists,
To appease the famished ego's,
of raging hypocrites !

An agent of  assonance,

An army of alliteration,

A conquistador of climaxes,

A fighter with form,

A marksman of motif,

A mercenary of metaphors,

A ninja of nuances,

A raider of rhyme,

A soldier of synonyms,

A vigilante of voice,

I strike with the fiercest of sentences,
With such clarity and no false pretenses,

I assail with the mightiest of swords,
I am a warrior of words.

A little birdie told me, hearts and souls are mouldy,
Walk with me talk with me on this journey of doubt,
you'll will question people and you'll question the drought,
of honesty people lie about,
Because it's time to scout, for kindness on earth,
From birth i think I've been cursed,
it gets worse as I rap this verse, I'm trying to explain how life can be complicated,
because we're all intoxicated, muffled in fumes of disease and fleas that cling onto your skin,
use the energy within, and repel them,
this is where your journey Will begin,

I've been searching for a moment or a pinpoint in time,
when these and rhymes and lines, will be classed as divine,
As I perfect and refine, I'm just wondering how many times,
I can resign the same rhyme, so all sit back with a glass of wine,
Whilst I i intertwine every line,
Lyrics so evil I'm committing a crime,
Maybe I'll get a statue, maybe a shrine
I've got to end this, so let's all decline,
But you'll remember this verse as one of a kind...