Chapped lips crack as I sit back and research facts/
Odd sleep results in a hurt back as I convert laps/
On the track field to races behind a black shield/
Too many kats feel they need to act real but are trapped still/
To pack steel, the final appeal and last deal/
Rules swoon under a full moon and plant seeds into full bloom/
Get ready for school soon cause only a fool tunes/
Out the negative and ignore it rather than absorb it/
As the moons orbit causes us to act morbid/
Many shades and assorted flavors, distorted players/
Lay way to reported behaviors of criminal plots/
Diggin' for original thoughts in the sands of our past/
The spiritual paths crossed/
Like antenna wire, to transcend the fire/
Can a man blend desire and put a damn end to liars?/
To me the pace of rhymes is a waste of time/
If I can't trace the sign to a lost place and time/
Can't stand the taste of swine, it sickens as my blood thickens/
Striving to make a transition between here and there divisions/
Escape these prisons and chains/
That reside in the mind enforced by the wicked insane/
I stick with profane censorship but remain intricate/
Cause the brain is a maze, stay sane if you enter it/
Inspired by: The Movie, "Slam"
