And the road for the younger darkened No bliss to ignite a spark when needed But a hand succeeded to grip it from its Waist Moving thru distractions while his echoes Chased His perceptions mellowed down and faced A wall that divided him and himself His mind fails and his heart melts A deep connection With himself and why his lifes messing With his head And now he realized his thoughts Fled from his mind and His lifes only hanging from a thread --All he’s saying was what do I do, what do I do now what do I do— What he did was Isolate himself from children Cause all he was missing Was how people used to listen Conscience-smitten It’s like his life gripped him From his overshadowing pain Then rearranged the Foreshadowing mind game To maintain a consistence But, of course, he lived in between lines and Jurisdictions Still searching for answers And why he advanced as The problem cell Maybe its cause the truth wasn’t brought up That well Well enough to know it like the back of your hand And reprimand, then command Misfortunes as if they were distortions In a human body acting naughty Just watch him slowly As he begins moving potently Remotely looking in circles Wondering who’s out for dispersal Then noticing that these thoughts were Universal But he fell short of his dreams That hand, the elder cell, helped him understand What connection means Now he let out a shout, a scream To let go, to let go of his supreme.
______________________ i try to practice my war like tactics, but in the clutch of your touch my armor just collapses - mighty mos def