[asylum]

I’m truly Pat. They duly act with noobie strats to move me back,
While I coolly stack n crack backs -- leave em nitrogen free,
Facts? Likely to see. When ya glycogen peaks I’m cypherin beats.
Make ya rise from the streets’, take'n pride in ya reach.
The wise and complete form the elite, scorn and frighten the weak,
while we enlighten and preach with lines in our speech.
People who never knew a lime from a peach die and repeat,
For being Christians. Look to the sky and repeat,
He died for our beef. Turn to fish when we die and concede,
feed the masses. The past, nothing we’ll try and repeat..
Lightning that streaks silently greets.. before it lights up the sky,
I silently lie under it. Violently smothered in violet smudges,
bent across the night sky, Quietly telling myself, “It’s My Time.”
"The Night Time is the Right Time."
When I'm Fucking SuperImposed. Lucks a future disclosed that ruins your home,
runs a nickel short of a dime, morphin n time to form a design,
form and align with endorphins you’ll find,
swarming your spine to warm up the mind..
they tell tales of costs too high to pay,
behind convenient lies and mistakes.