As the world turns and former thoughts urn Layers of fuckery lift in plain sight for mass dissection Till the plot's clear Souls course in time in search of direction Interim illusions floating in mind. .. POV Multiple realities created for infinity in time Clashing in common space with nothing in common place With ease my spirit glides to wisdom. The meaning of life.... Survive. 2L!T

Lost souls in masses compete for acceptance from mediocracies laced in valueless "valuables" on screen while true treasures lie within. Delusioned realities suspend in void... minding in sequence to the beat of the enemy drum. Unconscious Loyalty. Envy equates to self hate. To live is to not follow. Awakened minds lead collectively. Conscience Loyalty. until tomorrow... 2L ! T

I don't know what's in this outer space . I'm just knowing I got inner peace. And best believe it take all of me. Approach with caution, antisocial diagnosis . The world crazy I don't see no peace. Forget the haters. Live my life. Get the low fasho and always appreciate a gleece . I'm packing something nasty, its a litty piece . Present reality is dark but the light will break through the disease of life's pains bringing forth deserved gains. These are pieceful days... I'm

My presence is a gift , a radiant beacon of energy that illuminates the spaces around me . It is a force that cannot be dimmed, even when the flames of adversity are merely smoldering within. This inner fire burns brightly, fueled by passion and purpose, and it exists in a state of perfect sin. Regrets are not burdens I choose to carry or announce to the world; they are mere shadows of the past that do not concern me. I have learned to embrace my journey, understanding that

Todays Mood: In the creation of song, my soul meets time infinity bliss . The perfect balance feels ever so sweet to the core, head to toe and interiors of my insides throbbing in rhythm and vibes . While I'm twanging in heat to find the perfect sweet meat of the beat, my sound becomes obsession, and lit vibes devour the mic . The Mystic force contained, my life, my rap, my name. Exclaim. MYSTICIZM:  The heart is not to be played with but to love is to be silly. Make him lus

Summon mystic auras to achieve the ultimate connection between the physical and surreal emotion in sound waves. Rhythms generate, pulsate and elevate from the depths of the Pwazzy to transform energy into tangible imagination . Prime enrichment moistens the mind and prepares the body to master the touch. Become one with the beat and cruise along the frequency . The aura of my music illuminates like my shine and blares like siren. Imagine. MYSTICIZE. Create .