Alien galaxy forms.
I heard opposites attract like magnets,basic knowledge proven by my all senses/ but i still look beyond the visible sun, the other universe pulling me with a force that i cant fight any more/ av tried meditation, av mastered the art of Chi to the highest level, still no one understands the depth of my demise, struggle be my twin from birth, perfected my human control to levels beyond psychic interventions, at times i tape record my self in my normal state, the outcome is a language not known to man kind, compared/even to the great hieroglyphics, the speech that put pieces in a form, brought boundaries to the rules of mathematics, bringing forth pyramids, so i walk this earth in a state of mind that my family doesn't understand, a mother that weeps on my failures, don't get me wrong i don't write for the music shit, moved from poetry to basic mental bisection, my thoughts hanging off the wall, waiting for a creature smart enough to decipher ,the understanding of gravity, apple falling from a tree is enhancement of matter that transcends from the ground to a higher level of life, metaphors that i scribbled vaporizes, ink and paper to ancient scrolls, thats how i time travel from my space to yours, able to see the black pope that has been forgotten by the books of history, to the first black American president.i was in the bus with another first/ lady who sat on a bus, by the time i got back my mum was cooking dinner on three stones positioned in form of support, as she gave me a portion and told me the pope was coming visit the forsaken continent, her last 2 words found me opening clouds, the almighty my father, taking me to unknown galaxies.
Look, don't get mad at me if i ain't in a booth recording my words, i praise the all for traveling galaxies, knowledges is grand, ware it like a tattoo, while clark kent opens his shirt with an S , i open my chest and all you see is a flaming microphone, so I'm above the norm, singing with the angels, on heavenly melodies, i extend my anatomy to my 2nd queen called Melodie,thoughts translated on an earthly form, will punish people for vanity man... Mohamed the servant of All, took and taught slaves the right way of life,now we bomb babies to justify the difference between a white and black sheep,comprehension of the rules of engagement defied by the chosen leaders,picture a friendship based on what you could do for me and not love, countries in political agreements, my worst moments is waking up on this earth, at times i stare at my dad to understand the genetic similarity, vampire effect hits my spines, like looking at a mirror with no reflection. So just waking up on this planet is a struggle, words of AOTP we need God thats why the earth is damned, if my brother was homo Erectus, i wish he wouldn't look for fire, then moved to introduction of vaccines in time that caused cancer, until you understand that the essence of God is within you, the few that penetrate the interpretation of the scriptures, live in darkness instead of light, but Revelations cut through these teachings like the first shall be last and the last shall be first, as i get back and my mother kisses me goodnight and its the same words i heard since birth, her loud prayers to the Almighty for my safety, gives me a reason to believe in human form, before i switch back to my Alien nature.this hiphop thing to me is the air i breath, so all of you who do it for coins, better get the survival of the fittest theory, the lost sun needs his oxygen.
