To Me, From Me (Prod. Instinct)

… my rhymes and rapping makes your minds adaptive… hard to swallow, but my Styles attractive to the castaways and lost ones, psychoactive, feel the Light retracting… and the shadows fade away, I hate to say, the work is done in Darkness on a rainy day, ascending to a greater state, paying Homage to those who paved the way… honestly… honorably thankful… the Knowledge is a handful… nonfinancial, only smartest can handle, with the Heart of a vandal… Slick with it, trained for the fight, his whole life been a- Bout it, mentally right, facing the dragon, swagging the strength of a knight with Confidence… You can fake that shit, no one can take that shit, it’s yours… … You crave that shit… Go ahead and make that, bitch, ASAP quick… The Fool's Journey, starts with admitting you’re an idiot, deliberate... and if your body’s a Temple, start building it… brick by brick... maybe something holy can live in it… the past days on the pathway has been crippeling… It’s like I’m slipping and i can’t hold on, or don’t want to, my lights flickering, the fog’s thickening, i start Sickening… then I get right back on it, like i put my Whait Hat on and write the spells i write so well, on a night thats feeling right, low dimmed ceiling lights… stormy seas, freezing ice, no Peace inside, but the oldest form says let go of the boat, control of the storm, get you Being right, bading naked in a sea of light, sexual, demon-like, … Eating fruits from the tree of life… with the robe of a neophyte… keep it tight… don’t take yourself so serious, no one else does, ob- Liviously sleeping, deep in our self, just playing the cards that were dealt us, God Help us… no heat from the street lights, deep in the Real fight and what it feels like on rock bottom, always keeping it clean, right? … I’m battling with dragons, damaging, soul shattering passion for the Dabbling… Lashing out, looking for answers in a maddening fashion, but just Calm down… it’s the average reaction… Being weak and feeling Sad, want to go back, but in awhile you’ll be glad that it happened… just … keep on walking… save your strength and please, stop talking… seen the Streets I’ve walked in, I understand if you don’t feel like talking, it’s okay… … Too tired to listen… so no way… people crying and bitching, like all day…explore ways to survive the condition, or fall pray… the past days on the pathway has been crippeling… It’s like I’m slipping and i can’t hold on, or don’t want to, my lights flickering, the fog’s thickening, i start Sickening… then I get right back on it, like i put my Whait Hat on and write the spells i write so well, on a night thats feeling right, low dimmed ceiling lights… stormy seas, freezing ice, no Peace inside, but the oldest form says let go of the boat, control of the storm, get you Being right, bading naked in a sea of light, sexual, demon-like, … Eating fruits from the tree of life… dealing with secrets for the neophyte,