The Genesis:


My coming of age was written in ancient scriptures,
Manifested by pictures, glyphs and well respected myths,
Convinced I was a fable, but physically my presence is stable,
And I'm balanced like tight roping on cables,
My cadence supports my status, whether signed to a label,
Or spitting wisdom to the streets, my purpose far from worthless,
Since my days in the cradle, ingesting air through my nasal,
It was known that once grown I would conquer the globe,
As I unfold from this state of origami,
My story is told,
The prophecy grows in forms never sloppy,
In the eye of the storm,
This war torn god sent lyricist was born to reform humanity,
I stand manly as an activist, freedom fighting passionate,
Equipped with a Manuscript to feed to masses, imagine it,
I stand immaculate on a pulpit as an undergraduate,
speak universal dialect you fail to dissect,
So I put it in street code, drop a beat and then implode,
Sit back and watch a 17 year old explode.