writing without inspiration
leaves jaded messages
from me to you echoing through the steps and shit
we tryin to reach the level
together right?
tonight, we travelling up the stairs to the top
to see what sight we can see
my prediction, youll stand with me
and both of us will feel our minds elevate
as we respirate, as we generate
imagery through our minds eye, i will find somethin that agrees
and somethin that is contrary to me..
and mine, and you will find your mind alone
together our palms will heat the moment into stone
the pressure changes the coal
the diamond rises between us..
mind exodus..
these days and times are the deformed illusions
created as solutions by deranged minds
two of us can create a line
and with lines we can bind all we find
the four elements inside our eyes
we both cry out earths and orbs of truth
that will never be heard..
but the moment was earned and deserved..
WO(rd)