I breathe moonlight
I sneezed twilight
These things mean nothing to my eyesight
While u ponder greatness, I laced it in my oxygen intake
Give me a few minutes and watch as my heart breaks it with its thoroughness
U can fly by justice pretending it don’t exist
But let a nameless bullet touch you and your ghost will be screaming…”I want justice”!!
But no one is focused on you, You don’t exist
Let the war jump off and a million souls long thought not to exist will claim the bodies of the mindless
Predecessors of ancestors…all demanding justice
Leave the physical of these cultural criminals in a state of just—ice
Similar to their mental state…just—ice
Barren and cold
You better wake up and smell the roses
Instead of letting them grow from your rotten corpse
Full and fed red from the blood your ancestors shed
To me reality clings
Every morning when my divine mind brings up the horizon chasing away the blinding light
I speak of a true horizon, the true rising
In the beginning there was nothing but dark, because I didn’t need light for sight
But as soon as I created light—I needed that third eye sight
But anyways
Your vision is to misty and covered by haze, A thing that seems to be commonplace in this day and age
