Figure skating around these acres, I spark a

match to an incense and let these intrusive

thoughts be diminished; channeling my

inner voice; Pardon the hoarse I was

creating with source, Finding out who the

greatest,  I didn’t know the role was taken;

but I’m still animated, while I put these

pieces in rotation holding one hand out the

matrix; I got a piece to line out these

annotations, while waiting on a collect call

from the galactic federation, staying in tune

the news is cocky but I’m kind of rocky like

balboa,  I ain't no street soldier but I keep

my knowledge tucked in a holster ready to

blast on any composer who show up like a

controller; hold up I run with the

Egyptians, the sight seers, and truth

seekers, a holy war with no secrets, I break

even, I spread my wings like a desert eagle

and stand toe to toe to shadow box a fire

breather, giving my sixth sense like this the

Elements, Where Rudimentary shouldn’t be

a settlement, I’m heaven sent A classic as an

American title, I give grace to each space

upon my arrival; no need for a recital, I’m

ashing out the ashes to the incense while

opening my eyes from the temple I stepped

in