When I'm Writ

It appears there's no way out.

It appears all I have to do is flip the mic up-side-down and the words fall out.

Rip the sight from these witnessing acolytes,

Fit the mic on the ground and watch these terms crawl out.

Wiggle around like similes.

In these versus there are words to describe the inner Me and the over-all pain in my life.

Where I put aim and where I put frames in my mind.

Where I put strife in the name of an enlightened life.

Now, I'm putting this mic down and giving the aimless life a try.

Is there more strife in life than thinking you had to die to become "The Enlightened Guy"?

Just a product of the mind, just the conduct of getting high.

Low bunk situation, no funk, low vibration.

No dunk. No eyes on you waiting for you to blow chunks of enlightened guts.

To be seeking is the definition to be peaking.

Not the sight that you be seeking when you be reeking, so you cannot deal.

You be receding your view then deleting your crew.

Thinking they're only there to be depleting your preview into the next sequel.

I'll go neutral, when I flow quadruple dribbles that ripple constantly letting those that can't, now can, obviously.

When I do it there's no odd sense that you could do it and stay fluid.

Because when I'm writ, you'll follow command.