Conducting Meditations

close my eyes

and try to, identify

the Ryu, open skies

invite you, hopeless lies

but I grew, please don't cry

but my view, favors lives

so I flew, past the coop with the coupe,

no I can't refute

that I'm a legend

I'm sentenced,

to rap among you a blessing

I'm guessing you flexing,

Now it must be vexing,

I'm testing. You sweating.

I'll conquer this like Chess

Take the castle, you're oppressed

moving forward, I'm the best,

knight to bishop, here you rest

such a picture, I don't jest

yes, you fuck I wear a vest

ready for the bullet test

jacket pressed against my chest

until the bullets fully nest,

no touching flesh, no Oh to Ex

no touching me, I'm fly to death

I'm sniping through the rifle

and I'm feeling so damn spiteful

But I'm mindful

so insightful

full in sight though

no surprise bro,

I am Lionel

 

 

I'm in that hermit type of zone

need to permit some time alone

I'm on my own, atop my throne

and I am known to be, prone to hone

put them in the tomb with my chrome drone

with the stone so he can feel at home

so he's not alone

is it insanity

I'm bound neurotically

I can't eradicate the thoughts

they're moving erratically

they're moving Sporadically

feeling some moments of clarity

looking for moments of clemency,

but can you see

standing in my thick skin

with a thick sense.

It's Solidarity

but they are enemies

hide my identity

they are condemning me,

offending me

A bear in mind,

I bear in mind

a barren mind

I barely find

so open up your mind

and dream of better dreams because we all have to die

And fear plagues us all as we stare paralyzed

looking at the madness, staring with a pair of eyes

gambling in the darkness throwing pairs of dice, it's paradise

so prepare to thrive,

aware of heights,

I'm scared to fly

I wonder why, I ever have to cry,

but I guess that's the fare for life

 

 

painting perfect pictures

feigning fervent figures

how you figure what the fuck that even mean

lemme eat my collard greens, my dollars green

my wallet broke, I'm talking smoke

I'm trying to front, I hit the blunt

I change the topic like I been on it

the whole time, some dope rhymes

sit back with some toke vibes

what was I spitting, I been hitting

I've been kicking I've been floating

I've been smoking

how the hell I get here,

wondering just what year

I'm reflecting off the mirror

conscious thoughts, are often not

but it's still not getting clearer

what a fixture, a fixation,

a primitive sensation

some dopamine to dope a fiend

to dote on me, I'm over keen