[bright thought]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

I rotate pivot, OJ in my glove sipping on Love
Dripping from above a witness to my sickness to be judged
Verbalize this, heard rises just in time for real lies to get exposed
A real life crisis in their eyes and than it shows
Bliss unheard of in Christ chosen to divert us from murder
Incited inside us a riot, resides a light brighter than anything ever seen
A writer with plenty sting
Many dream, though never let those thoughts grow into fruition
Efficient with this vision now listen live and direct
I'ma strive to perfect, and fight till my last dying breath
When I fly up high and rest, try and test
Die from the stress grieving
Deep heaps of leaving emotion, leading material out to the ocean
Thought droplets caught in nets of discontent, this disc gets bent
When I spit this like an olympic discus event, christmas or rent
Never omit this, forever a witness, however I get this off
Lit this, than hit this, cough, a mixture of signature crops
My signature plops onto the page onto the brains
Of the listener stained foreal cause I'm willing to let you feel my pain
Healing sustained by prayer, proclaim His Name with a level of Faith that's rare
Ignorance is bliss, but this is ship wrecked, sent off course coerced
By forces unseen, that keep hoarding the green
Funny thing is it ain't even backed by a thing, attacked by wing'ed thing's
Bringing flames in the name of protection, security
Giving up freedom willingly injections killing me
Silly fiends kneeling to idols suicidal
Tho I'm at the root of revival you know Who's arrival, trial and error
Careful selection of rarer thoughts I jot on the page properly
It could be prophecy, props to me? no, obsolete
Cost to be an apostle my g, giving thy life away, heart and mind aligned with the vine
An array of divine presence inclined to rewind in sessions, define the essence
Or get to the back of the line brethren
There's an attack on the fine stepping over boundaries drowning artistic expression
My heart drips in confession
Dips in relief for a second then lets in green leafs I reckon
A brief session I wreck in
Used to thieve for a profession, greed misleading me to aggression
Seeking a blessing, but repeating my flesh eating obsession
I was out in the street, without affection
Loud but doubt in my clouded perception
How did I stretch in and out of this dimension
Detectives crowded my direction, rowdy doubting my resurrection
An insurrection of the highest possible order
Chaos n disorder in the hills there's a war in the mind for real
It spills from the build up, you ill? duh
Automatics I've had it with the static, frenzied beyond men's speed
They can't be emcees, they empty, lacking empathy
What breath? got gills to breathe, feels the speed of what I deal
Isn't pills or weed, I'm a being, seeing what you ain't believing
What you ain't believing