Playing piano on the keyboard... Holding a roasted paper, known to be boasting flagrant One of the most amazing, escaping within my poetry Y’all noticed me but who’s ever seen me win emotionally the blended potions be the commencement in my senses flipped the script with the pens and vented my entrance invented the tension of a multie starting without ending did mention what I’m sending over instrumentals bending- earlobes; meeting global dissarray, just a distance away missing the pace in the beat, while beating the pace meeting a fleeing race of raving lunatics craving rhymes saving time by flanging the angle of my waypoints stuck, tangled in a weaved web, dangling by the joints projected, a scilent entity, an identity waiting to get anointed I’m appointed to stay sick eventhough my pen is illin’ Bending, filling, sending, drilling; send in the willing Meant to amend the stature of a fullfilled homosapien The mono’s shaping in, taping sins to escape again Take the pen, you can have it back, as a matter of fact You already smothered my habitat, brother grab the act I really love the stab in the back, glad that you cracked My crackelated surface sees no purpose of being nervous I’m just a simple subservient serving the learning sense Been burning since the Phoenix last went up in flames Casted as the last to be stuck with a fucking name Nowadays it’s numbers, right here for those that slumber The dumber will awake as morning comes to day The boring runs away while those that listen stay To not miss the date where the wait for an end is close Lending blows for you to puff; while tempting foes Cuz we’ll all come to an end as far as ending goes This here is the last stop, the final halt of destinations So close your eyes and wait for the cause of innovations So with one finger on the trigger and one lousy call away We’ll wait for the final hour living on this ball of clay...