J Dilla
Artillery
My cataracts are literal so I advise a life vest
When coming into contact with this little bitty zeitgeist
Of just one day, so it's fight or flight in action
I could pitifully die or use this full metal jacket
Start to spray at manifested fears until they die
Then at the final boss that is all I've lost personified
Check the star on my beret for it shines as a guiding light
Try as I might to smile, it's just crocodile bites
The fire here is hot so don't touch it
I told you not to touch it
You went against my word then got fucked
One can lead a horse to water but you cannot make it drink
So think about the consequences that can follow you beneath
I am not a fan of capital. I am a fan of rapping til my lungs give out which eventually lead to a collapse
Narasimha in my heart who taught me a side of mercy
That's a benison of consciousness which I want to receive back
Feedback is beyond appreciated. I learned a don doesn't wear shorts and don't speak when inebriated
Reading so many words off of these pages that I can't see straight
The dizziness commences then I end up with my knees scraped
Increased rates of tripping led to falling into deep space
Waving at Major Tom on my way down to...
On my way down to where?