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- the noise in my head, the curse of the talented.

- Keisha from Power

- My Mental Rolodex

Theses feelings that I feel are real/ & while I try to escape them & break them/ I just can’t hate them/ so I make them/ fit in the linen closet of my life/ & somehow I need a new towel every night/ so take em’ from out of there, obvious solution/ but obviously you’ve calmly convoluted/ my free thinking mind to think freely/ now I’m Boy Meets World, confronting Mr. Feeny, & I’m a big weenie cause I need my Topanga/ but we’ve become strangers/ so I’m constructing angles/ so there’ll be less anger/ believe me/ one would get satisfaction/ if the law of attraction would work with my prayer & fasting, so easily/ I’m free-styling so the curser blinks/ as I await to board the next train of thought/ so pardon the rhyme scheme, it’s strange I ought/ to be more greedy/ you either cool with what you got/ but if not decide to change the process you was taught/ & read we’d.../ rather not give me a video & a blunt/ the easy route is what I want/ but feed me/ all your tricks & tools that you use to lose these fools I refuse to be one too/ so enlist me/ I’ll use you for as long as I need it/ like summoning Captain Planet or X-Men with the Phoenix/

There’s a lot on my brain I hardly get to share/ free thinker, free thinker?! Get the F**k outta here/ opinions are like anuses/ everybody’s got em’/ but I’m a big Anus if mine appears rotten?!/ verbal ass-ault/ have a wound? Add salt/ guess now egg shells is the new asfault/ as fault gets passed/ nobody wants it last/ so it’s a hot potato til’ you swimming with Fredo/ ask?/what can you do for me?/ I always do for you/ confusing who is who/ I always claimed number 2/ but not a bowel that was moved/ just a foul that was used/ now I howl at the moon/ but no Ola Ray/ or sequence dance moves/ illuminating like white squares/ when my Nike Airs hit the pavement/ objective free minds trapped in enslavement/ because I got minds I’m molding/ so silence is golden/ except when I’m frozen/ in prayer asking God why was I chosen?/ & how am I holding this together/ without duck tape/ gorilla glue a welding gun/ & to add I must say/ I risk my life just to drive to work/ then risk my life at work/ should I find a new line of work?/ before I drive my mind bisirk?/ like when your childhood heroes/ turn out to be zeros/ and people that were reverends/ showed you NO Reverence/ like yeah kid beat it/ you’re bout as useful as a cockroach breathing/ that was kerosene poured on the soil of a seedling/ that made me sick/ if my badge would’ve said channel 6/ would you have posed for a pic?!/ oh, only if it made you rich/ kinda happy but I’m sad I seen the glitch/ expecting humans not be human/ what was I doing?/ confusing reality with this here illusion/ I know it exists/ Darth Maul from the Sith/ But God gave me a gift/ & my aim is as sick/ as David the kid/ I’ll explain it in skits/ if I ever get the nerve to rap/ I hear garbage bars on tracks/ & think I would’ve murdered that/

"My line of sight is to strike fear like Iron Mike" - Lobby

Beyonce artwork done circa 2006 via Thinking Cap Ent.