Politics mixed with mocking bliss
They’re blocking wisdom 
With a shocking grip of docking this doctrine of rocking bits
That are locking this boxing fist
Of freedom in a boxed up box that is
Locked with a lock thin and carved in fog and mist
You can call this an Apocalypse
Off with the careful leash..
So stop the system of narcissism 
And love yourself, no euphemism
No political correct intuitions
I be in to missions that sense insufficient
Reason in the area of senseless victims
Envision the ground of poems 
With nonsense sounding omens
Dipped in plain casualties..
I’ll be casual yet unique with my tendencies
Mending beats with a sense of peace
While attending these fantasies
That I sketch in a poetical master piece
Dubbed as a master thesis with a faster feed
I fast forward and just blast the blasphemy 
Of these fact less Emcees in the industry
While you cast your least..
			









