>this may be a genius
>that you're seeing at work

^^i think so..?

I flirt with Earth like comets in two thousand twelve
Urban to Disturbia, Is these houses or cells?
voyeurs roam streets in search of tribal affection
no dice, I fight Seth, manically chant bible selections
a little bitty percentage of me still self examines
I believe, but the free in me..swims counter to it like salmon
so to dip fission, I seperate the dueling visions..
a sheep who...picks apart existence like a Buick transmission
I'm flirtin..past Sun Tzu and Socrates, theories and hypotheseez
African-American...A Congoleese Anamoly
Raised by warrior hordes and metaphysical warlords
I walk like Jesse Owens starts..I will only dart-forward...
fuck...I'm no Sean Carter..more like a reluctant mar-tyr
strenth, I rely-on-this...like survi-va-lists in Dar-fur
In thick of this proxy, bridges..I'm fickle with
a dirty kid who saw the Rockies..in the ridges of chick-o-sticks
but the spoils can hurt-you-I...learned to handle the hate
I saw Royalty in the pur-ple-dye..in Alexander the Grapes
and how the things we saw, from ounces to fist to guns
changed straight bounces in King Ball to twisted ones....