Foreign Forest
The Trail of Desire
Soul of a punching poet
Surfacing punch lines of poetry
Rolling flows off the tongue they go
Flowing effervescent
Higher then heaven sent
Gifted abilities
Lyrically
Slyer then a fox
Dexterity nearing a peak
A chip on my shoulders the size of a bolder
With the world in my hands molding minds and mine
One rhyme at a time
Living in a mad society
Corruption and hate utter less blasphemies
Truly life is a mystery make see what is make belief
Imagination funding creativity
(Chorus)
Pursuing happiness on the trail towards my dearest desires to bring the world together. X2
Freedom of speech the only weapon in reach
Tongue smithery smith n wessin with syllables
Verbal bullets released
Infinite ammunition spitten from my diaphragm
Through the chamber autoloading out of anger
Verbally assulting haulting negativities
Promised so many things beyond common belief
Built utopia upon my dreams dream weaving into reality
God mode achieved mentally
When I found music was the eternal key
(Chorus)
Pursuing happiness on the trail towards my dearest desires to bring the world together. X2