Wait what? II
There comes a time when you have to be committed
Submission when you quitting is the hardest mission
What are you afraid of?
Dissing when your missing the mission
Losing at the first monumental collision
With provision I accept defeat but with the promise of redemption,
Like the promise of information at an educational convention
Feed off the negative energy that you are afraid of
Laid off, the opportunity to be paid off
Trust me to know the venom of the so-called righteousness of the judge and jury;
Began on my journey;
Leaving my mothers nest expecting the best for less
I must confess, I do believe I am the greatest;
The latest, the newest and the truest of truth;
My power and ambition, belief in myself is absolute
Like the aging monk plays his aging flute;
That’s all he needs to believe what his god can conceive,
I conceive that the universe wants me to achieve
They say the great die young so I must be on my way
Not nothing no one can say will ever lead me astray
A delay in my magnitude of confidence is misguided
From the mediocre controversies I am mind, body and soul divided
Remember our talk in the garden of Eden? Surrounded by sweet fruit and devilish snakes?
Remember how the people of perfection never make mistakes?
The higher the wager stake the higher the reward
Slaying down defeat, my greatest enemy with my newly sharpened sword
Inner treasures cannot be marked by the X on a map
Saying I am relieved to receive pity is like calling the anorexic fat
Inner treasures require no golden lock or key;
It requires a self hate and creation of inner love victory
When you have self-victory, you have the energy and uplifting power;
a sense of belonging like a honey bee in an un– pollinated flower
I design whats mine like a destiny,
Do not expect less from me, don’t expect blasphemy from a religious falsity catastrophe
If its meant for me I have no choice but to commandeer it
Like the dark gives you no choice but to fear it
Clear it with inner acceptance and synchronicity
Its too much to understand for me
Ludicrous like chanting"The flee in three, Muhammad Ali"
Confiscation of the deliberation of judgement
Disqualification of the nation of dedication in relation to libation
Do not make a confusion!
Live in an illusion, causing a brain contusion;
but I’m eluding, cruising in that Bentley, achieved by the talent God lent me
Wake up to the sunrise expecting only delight and surprise
Selling the world whatever will and ambition can buy
The sky and the birds that fly will never be as high as my elaborate lie
Looking for guidance, verbosity and love, I will be that contradiction of a guy!
In conclusion lets get crazy!
I’m flipping the life movie script
Winning like dip on a chip
Skipping the “skip” the Johannesburg Lip!
Running faster than you, the elderly with a replacement hip
Thinking without blinking or flirtatiously winking
Confidence without sinking
Contemplating the legitimacy of conspiracy
Anything condemned is whats good for me!
Complete!
(2014)
