[ChristO]

the voice of mine may be nourishment to hunger
but wonder, while I’m still up, you slumber on any words to come with?
let me, the gift of gab’ guide you through it
you think I’m comfort food, for thoughts to consume by your own will to move me?
naw, dig how the buildings crumbled, check how the living stumble
now post the time it is, and who assume I’m humbled
my path ain’t to be in the way of, as I define self
@ 7:30, dialed a friend to feel how our paths meld
the blood’s rushed to my manhood, she called me up
man, how I’m a’ save lives when the crime’s down and cameras’ up
who get recognized then, so I’ll snap pics and videos of
shit to give freedom a buzz against heathenous love
be up tangled in it, rope to mangle a neck with
I’m God, and I’m a’ have sex with ya’ bitch if she test me
be a bitch if you test me, why-you-gotta’-be-a-beast-with-the-sex shit
twin, I’m twin, paper’s what I’ll beat a rock to death with...