I open up crates of mics and breaks and beats that speak to those souls exposed to radiation vibrations/The creation of mental deterioration Variations of situations to lower our concentration/Desensitized by the dumb down arrangement of entertainment/It's blatant, the negative effects that it has upon our nation So, when I write I open up my pores and soar/Let my soul connect to GOD's core when in mid flight like strings attached to kites/Lyrical Molotov's are ignited by mics I turn to my prayers for advice that the Most High provides to help me regain control/Blessings to my children, you're the essence of my soul/So, hold on to the purist of LOVE and never let it go This is dedicated to the deities they call the Nommos/Stuck under water on a planet in the star system the Dogon call Sirius/Bringing focus to the iris of the lost ones wondering around the world delirious From words to visual expressions/Use the tools that you are provided to excel in what you're destined/The Universe has plan for all of us given through many lessons/If we keep on second guessing then we'll fail to find direction Wondering through the forest like tourist trying to escape the ways that's the hardest/This artist is determined to keep it honest/My courage will always flourish in this life of wicked jin like carnage/Where negativity is given at any expense So called Conscious artist cussing and using the "N" word because they feel the need to lower the intellect of their content/Failing to overstand the consequence of their actions and thoughts that they release into this spasmatic environment Never lower your standards/Become the standard/Now, that's a great accomplishment/Helping our children gain clarity about our life's vital entitlement/To be our Brother's keeper, preservers of the land that progress through metaphysical enlightenment www.thoughtsofajourneyman.com
