Magic

I can show you magic

through my words I cast these spells

my wand is made of knowledge

hints of wisdom, can't you tell?

Potions paint me mental pictures

pack it till its filled

I need a remedy to heal the wounds

that manifest from skill

the skill is the the dagger that goes piercing through my heart

and it spills somber laughter as reality is lost

my eyes go dark as I tap into my conscience

here's the pensive, grab a pencil

to express this verbal nonsense

 

Breathe. Sense. I can feel it in my veins

this magic, I can cast it

I believe that I'm insane

I believe I am to blame

for this shame that I tame

with a wand and imagination

Bowman is my name

 

From a head full of madness rests my thoughts that I complete

calm collected on the outside, but that image is deceit

I have mastered the relation

of advanced transfiguration

I'll be rapping till infinity

I'm on my figure 8 shit