its so many things to politic the dream
back forth reality memory self esteem
im blending thru cere...breem...or cerebrum
thinking...drinking and linking thoughts
together remember Lincoln
i suppose i implode...eventually erode
recover...stealth...and break the mold
ice cold delivery synergy eclectic within the imagery
listen he...develops over time envelops the open mind
then breathes to slow the time
grasping the focused grind
i been on automatic head stuck in the manual
need to put it in manual automatically shifting the granules
i cant see it like i used to...excuses
the muses just aint the same to flicker the fuses
excuses...excuse me drifting down stream
i sift thru plowed dreams
the prolif...it now seems
im exhausted...tired decrepit and lifes vaulted
or passed me by
cause she said the pharcyde was difficult in her eyes
i rise like pay check to pay check
and slay trek to delay wept...tears
my fears envelope the soul thats withered here
ya picture clear as day...6 feet under..decay
i stray like a bullet without direction per say
or hearsay...i reveal the real may..or me
the mayor of thievery illegally confiscating
your beliefs in who is he??