June 21, 2011

  • Born from the Son

    I was borne from the sun

    just like the raisin

    born from the gun

    just like the seasons

     

     

    i was taken from a twister tornado of fate

    listen motherfucker you escaped the place

    at your seat at the table

    born from the rhymes

    i sit and revel futures

    fly on beats doom and grime

    i'm taken my time

    it's intelligent design

    rippin through the vapors

    trace spectrums of signs

    i'm connecting the dots

    around my feet on the ground

    neck lurched over

    shake my hair all around

    burning motherfuckers into the soot of the now

    leaving to the upper side of a galactic sound

    peeling off your gown

    reeling off the crowd

    burn the future fragments of a holy cow

    and no creator

    push the fader

    land in crater

    elevated stature

    noon time chapel is ringing the bells

    it's another tale of the fog

    i've lived to tell

     

    tearing till it fissures

    cut with rusty scissors

    worship cunning lizards

    ripping out the gizzards

    summon all the wizards

    blurry buzzing blizzards

    all i have delivered

     

    sunspot sing and severed

    looking down the never

    see into the spine

    the meaning of our history

    scarring through our kind

     

    breathing as we gather

    appreciate the mind

    respect to the communities

    work to better lives

     

    hanging by my side

    the new and future hope

    respect to all belief systems

    no one truly knows

     

    delve into the notes

    a communion of our souls

    the futurePHANTOM on horizons

    starry sun now glows