In God I trust or is it in me God laid trust?
Well God I need help, on the double
Trouble stirs every journey into my mind’s jungle,
trying not to crumble.
My mind tells me to produce things to prove I’m elite
and until I can stop trying to critique
every single feat, being the elite
is a characteristic I continue to seek.
Perfection technique.
And perfect means without flaw
and I have too many falls, too many flaws
to answer perfection’s calls.
Which is why I sought escape,
emotions were lining up in check mate.
So we start the game once more,
imploring myself to sit with the emptiness,
until it makes me hard to the core.
Maximizing intellect, while trying to refrain
from outside influences influencing my brain.
Inner awareness, I consider it my 6th sense,
plus there is evidence to represent,
that my spirit was heaven sent.
Hell bent on finding purpose
on the surface: calm and collect
deep below my character defects start to reflect,
on things I’ve been trying to forget.
Second guess that I’m not like the rest.
Addiction holds a price over my head
crosshairs blood red
probably should have ended up dead,
But the greatest minds never show defeat
Retreat? Never I’m stronger than most
my addiction became a ghost,
hostile when provoked,
who haunts me wants to see me choke,
so I’ve been coached
on how to handle then dismantle
any adversary I cross in battle
describing my ample abilities
to beat enemies envious and after me
I’d rather die before addiction catches me to watch me bleed
that means carrying a steady lead

I sat with myself and painted a picture
thoughts can create a distracting mixture
my elixir?
Running parallel to peril
hoping those same thoughts became sterile
slowly becoming fortune’s foe
standing toe to toe with
a monster, my monster, the imposter
who likes playing doctor prescribing more self judgement
self inflicted punishment
and I can't let my thoughts run rampant
the cost of two face talent
everything needs balance
changed my habitat to reach metamorphosis
metaphorically floors above yours I’ve laid the ground work for this
so don’t try to match wits, you matched up against an all out blitz
full throttle my charisma is out of the bottle
having emerged from the darkest of dreams
behind the scenes, behind the screams
I awoke to start sowing up the seams
whipping up elaborate schemes
to ****** my forgotten future upstream
somethings I’ll admit are out of reach
but my experiences moved me in ways my father couldn’t teach
made me the man I am, proved my resilience can’t be breached
Geared up for the appearance
grabbed a hold of my perseverance
disabled all interference leading up to this ascension
see these words that flow from my pen
can pierce you, strike you from within.
A picture says a thousand words,
but my words can lay a thousand year siege
helping me hone in on my prestige

I am impure, impulsive,
infamous,
intent on improving internally.
Complex poise
my remorse, internal noise
seduction tastes chic
gravitated towards solidified beliefs
have faith and loyalty only made me weak?
For their benefit, I place my rage at my feet
below the labels, below the disease
are shouts for a familiar release
The Baptized Barbarian
Bold in blood, he's bizarre, beware
A cataclysmic catalyst,
using methodical mental mechanics
mixed with celestial cerebral magic;
to sharpen my mind's talons.
Knowledge is lethal, to an ethereal heretic
this warrior hereditary, began harnessing harmony
while his destiny landed in disarray.
A harrowing hero, emergence from terror
the dauntless arrow, aimed straight and narrow
break me never
courage fused with my bone marrow.
In the depths of disaster
my reservoirs of resilience
are master. Alluring Alpha,
but my arrogance has cost me:
Financing selfish flesh.
Amplifying the disconnect, the recompense
I must pay to be a decent man.
Carry on Camelot, continue like nothing's wrong
I share this semi-song, to pass along
the judgment I felt passing through throngs
of people eyeing me, expecting me to evolve
I adapted an internal calm, to feel like I belong.

In this world of circular confusion
A promise of divinity, created illusion
Still here he stands, 
an Astro-Hunter armed with hunger
allowing his astral aesthetic to align
unplugging from cold days' rewind
Still these
Creatures of Winter, bone cold and sinister
stand against the stone old Wizard,
his staff scarred and splintered,
his aura sparks and lightning shimmers
battling evil’s blistering blizzard.
The depths are frozen
but his courage became a current,
currently commanding 
a deep focus 
forged in a forest, to help forever flourish
evergreen, everlasting growth 
in a shaded, bladed mental fortress
protecting the nourish-
meant for a harmonious title reign 
courage against ominous tidal waves 
Performing multiple roles, slowly rising 
ascent of the slumbering rose
Legendary breed,
Legend has it lion’s look to his lead
Direct descendent of destiny, heavenly honor divine 
Devout obligation sends tremors down his spine
Pleading, begging him to continue being brave
separate from corruption,
imagination unlocks the cage.