I was born an addict
Walking through the valley of the shadow of madness
Light from my chalice got me from the malice
With a looking glass like Allison or Garrison
The real from Karakum
Sitting sideways on the ave like Madison Above the average nobody,
weed blowing
Read poems believing in no one, oh no
The * nomad roaming the lowlands You
ain't got the gonads to know the answers
Well read,
while these motherfuckers inbred No one said the commonwealth,
I ain't talking
about England Burning man fly high
Till the sun give my wing damage Trying
to get paid like homage out of debt
Bondage * your promises not looking for amnesty
Need weed for my sanity Took a ganja shift to a land of spliffs
Wrote a lyrical manuscript Climb out of the pits of hell
The real,
the unfallen,
non-balling Higher bar magnet,
god candidate in a recording session
Engraved like a statue,
the theme of my album,
Tom Siri
A self-made black youth,
I ain't here to act cute
Time is crucial,
time the future,
time is prison,
time bring wisdom in time
My music will live on,
end of the agenda Rhyme an alien rendering,
subconscious memory
On King Aytal,
rebel rhythm,
fell on my sword Left my aura on a recording,
the real immortal
Stepped into a portal,
got recorded and born again
Jamrock Wives Records