This is for the unsung melodies, broken bodies, I know y'all hear me,
I can still feel tears, from centuries ago, yo I go for the beat that cycles,
Pain for pain, can't seem to find a drain, flooded with too much on my brain,
All things remain, the same , wish I could bring my loved ones back,
It's hard to stay on track, when I'm off track, unraveling the dirt, from below,
Six feet of weapin pain, still tryna gather all of the frizzled strangs,
Let the voices of heaven rang, I saw angels blowing trumpets, doing they thang,
Brother louie, on the front row , next to Gillespie, putting on a show,
Yo it's prophecy, or better yet a miracle, close I play to the oracles,
Just another everyday script, from the spiritual chronicles, there he go,
Yosef flipping again, nope it's not for show, and it ain't for the dough, yo,
I gotta keep it real to the people, pain loves to travel wherever, pain glows,
They know, fast life leads to a death slow, embrace soon you'll have to face,
Reality, why every body tryna battle me, I'm just a spirit, in a human body,
Transformed, since I was born, near the eye the storm, close but far from harm,
Catch the rain bands, everybody reaching out, without they hands,
Minds of chaos is froth, I was cut from Jesus cloth, so I'm destined to rot, my heart darker than a kettle, or a iron ***,
Chipped off the charcoal, over my soul, but still got many pieces, to puzzle,
Iife's unsolved mysteries, in this day an age to be, about a quarter of a century,
I had enemies, but now most of my enemies, done demised before me,
Learned peace and harmony, slap my hands together, pray hard under stormy weather,
Up my energy fire Kundalini, snake presence, sent as an angelic,
In intelligent, form octopus telekinesis as my heart beats of, love increases,
Treat most like my family, if yall real with me, no need to sip Kermit tea,
Avoid drama piranha, I'm the real deal slash with no comma, equals honor,
No dishonor, allowed in my battlefield shroud, blow mushroom clouds,
Out loud, miss the fakes, every ten minutes to eight, I take a spiritual break,
To ease out the heavy heart rate, but still got many grievances, on my freight,
I'm living backwards like I'm out of date, lonely in this, world myself is my mate,
Howl at the moon, see leaking spirits oozing from the tombs, as broom,
Ya subconscious, clean out the nonsense, only for the real, no false pretense,