This Above ALL
Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 3:46 pm
... inspired by some shit that Complex wrote...
I Frequently spend time massaging my pen
Letting it know the ink and I are possibly kin
Eager to spill the wine across the realms of pages
Allowing thoughts to flow off as the hand engages
Could pursue this as commercial – lettin’ wealth be tool
But “This above all: to thine own self be true”
To be fluent in one’s ode, you must love reality
Instead you conjure up thoughts of a thug mentality
In God, do you believe? You can’t erase the proof
You’ll never find yourself until you face the truth
Look out at the stars - is mine aligned with Saturn?
Blah - Gather my notebook and adjusted my pattern
Uninvolved with the world, it’s only half the picture
I glance down at the pad and get back to scriptures
All these rambling thoughts - finally become weaved
Entangled up in my words makin’ it hard to breath
I know longer see the paper, cant even feel the quill
Caught up in this ritual - yet it’s against my will
The Flow – should I seduce it or use it’s strength
The Lyrics – should I continue or reduce the length
The Words – would it be wrong if I decide to write’em
Damn, what’ll manifest out of this self asylum
Greiving over this madness, my heart seemed to stop
Oh – shit what’s the title? I can’t complete my thoughts
Release the ramifications. This mind game’s diluted
All this to be posted so that others dispute it
And here you have it! Isolated in my own world within
Riggz you almost didn’t make it… and yet I’ll do it again
I Frequently spend time massaging my pen
Letting it know the ink and I are possibly kin
Eager to spill the wine across the realms of pages
Allowing thoughts to flow off as the hand engages
Could pursue this as commercial – lettin’ wealth be tool
But “This above all: to thine own self be true”
To be fluent in one’s ode, you must love reality
Instead you conjure up thoughts of a thug mentality
In God, do you believe? You can’t erase the proof
You’ll never find yourself until you face the truth
Look out at the stars - is mine aligned with Saturn?
Blah - Gather my notebook and adjusted my pattern
Uninvolved with the world, it’s only half the picture
I glance down at the pad and get back to scriptures
All these rambling thoughts - finally become weaved
Entangled up in my words makin’ it hard to breath
I know longer see the paper, cant even feel the quill
Caught up in this ritual - yet it’s against my will
The Flow – should I seduce it or use it’s strength
The Lyrics – should I continue or reduce the length
The Words – would it be wrong if I decide to write’em
Damn, what’ll manifest out of this self asylum
Greiving over this madness, my heart seemed to stop
Oh – shit what’s the title? I can’t complete my thoughts
Release the ramifications. This mind game’s diluted
All this to be posted so that others dispute it
And here you have it! Isolated in my own world within
Riggz you almost didn’t make it… and yet I’ll do it again