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)