i have been to the 9th part of the universe, so fuck what you heard..
saw the sign, so break this, I cud be the God of your serengeti or your God who saw many of your sins already, a cycle disease , I'm the eye of the real Elohim, fuck the wise words follow the light, I have blood dripping from my pen, now use techno, scribble my words easy on a device, fingers roam free on my apple , Newton on his gravity thesis, like them cats who faced the wrong side trying to find the Almighty ,they found Satan , in a definite reflect, blind with no purpose , you in a path with no end tunnel light to face, harmless like wet gun powder, in a stage act like sergeant slaughter, I open the stage robes to open your eyes , call me mean coz your thought Mahatma was real, I don't judge as taught by holy book , but the truth is Ghandi wasn't there for his other black Indians, in fact, words quoted him saying black people was lazy and dirty not to be associated with,
Watch the spider spin , beautiful silk patterns, vast broke it down to innocent insects without a plan, on unsettled and confused minds , that's why the devils prays on this kind. mastered the art of patience by the time I was 10, on these streets while cats be loosing their heads, bumping chests like King Kong, frustrated with making cents, the sky became my home, holy scriptures I deciphered page by page , every line fitted perfectly on my mental dome, thoughts now Gillette sharp, mobilize deadly metaphors like Mel Gibson in brave heart, my tools ain't current , they ancient like cave men , catch me scribbling symbols on walls , finishing my heavenly fathers words , while scholars still scratching heads looking at pyramids, missing the basic opposite , formation of the stars constellations, I'm stressed but blessed with a gift, observe my style of walk , graceful, Surrounded by angels , crossing Nairobi streets, with no left, right , left conditions. I gat a t-shirt , jeans and Timbaland boots on, you can't see my spiritual form, capture me on infra-red zones, with headphones and a white loin.by sixteen I was talking to trees, and listening to the wind whisper in different vocabularies unknown to man, studied the myths of the double edged swords , my conscious clearer with a tight Tai, my body organs unite in a formation like Optimus , my time is prime, found peace in mountains with ancient Buddhas, perfected my eternal chi. from then in my teens ,now presently controlling all the 5 elements, a kungfu master, hundred eyes of Tom Wu, extracted in Marco Polo, my balance be without sight, but flawless with pure light..word.
